show me...
I forever hold a piece of memory
A single film that brings me back
I said to the sun
Show me your light
It hurts to show the inside of my darkness
I said to the ocean
Let me see your true tidal colors
It cried oil onto the bare soaked sand.
I said to the birds
Sing me song I have yet not sung
They flew away into the blue sky of wind
I said to the grass
Show me your layers that have yet not grown
Weeds sprouted onto the earth’s throne
I said to the tree
Grow me a berry
It grew me rotting leaves.
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