Is that truly the tales that you shed
And the embrace of the infinite soil
Does it really ask you stories about you
Or you just tell them, why you are yellow and dry?
Is that the sun who sucked your waters out
He gives you the life and takes your life away?
Are these tears
Wailed and wept until dry and nothing more
Left in the pores to shed and thrown out
As lifeless and in deep sorrow you fall.
You fall to the ground in grief
Maybe to share, to hug
And after all that the soil absorbs you
To its heart as it does to all hearts that seek for it.
❤❤
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