The one who gold leafs the leaves and lets the red leaf fall
and the red bird who flies like a flame in the sky
met above the green ocean
See this...I will paint it heavy silver with a heavy hand
when all is finished scaling.
Must everything dry to scales asked red bird,
the gold leaves crumbled in his hand.
Red bird, with her last flicker of brave
turned south on the wind of a sequined wave.
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