Luyện nghe bài hát Secret language of trees

now the speak in secret rhythms
and the trees bark in secret
and the rush in secret thought
and they push the thoughts into the of words
and someone among us
sticks her head the
shiny blue vat
of
and listens, a skeleton
to the of life within,
and she us
of secret angles
to for and to reach into
with strange
and skies
that can be and measured
only by
and never by
and we can tell where we are
the nearest star
as it relates to the ragged (a map of voices)
then we can plant our feet the good ground
and go to the
and answer the plum hawk
and sing to the
in good
god presses his around our head
he out
he in
and we are resuscitated in the goofy of god
where there are highways and
and by the sun
a
by the prayer of breathing and living hope
and barbed
where hang

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and cowboys
posts and
to us inside
as much as someone out

and the that is
and it is with a breathe
lips against our own
we in
we out
he out
and
alive

the

of a
of

(a map of voices)

a warning to others who would this way
an animal who has things
a twisted into shapes
understood by
recognized by
an invitation in the secret language of
sung in shapes
by a