Murals

We may emulate tiny sparrow
With its swiveling screw neck,

And the fickle sparrow’s love
Upon a typically grainy dawn.

The sparrow notices its body
Inside the granules of sunrise

But a love is grainy all times.
Love’s body is dust in sunset

Leaves no mark on any space
And sparrows leave no stone.

All the shadows left by them
Are  grainy for wall murals.

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