Fundamental sadness

It is in the small and big hours
That we regularly write poems
About a fundamental sadness

About the fistful of black bird
Who ,at night, comes to sleep
On clothesline with underwear.

A fistful of heart beats at night
Along with midnight dog’s yowl,
Full of a fundamental sadness.

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