nature love
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Our turn.
I wonder if I have friends who care for me.
But I do have friends who do not speak.
No, Zephyrus doesn't whisper.
Nor does he kiss the cheek of friendless freaks.
Step One: you take me down
to the water where
you wash your
hands of
me,
and then,
feeling loads lighter,
the ocean rages on
and it pours out of her mouth
as i hear the all familiar sound
and in calmness i lie
and i let it wash over me
Every night I go to sleep,
I close my eyes to the stars.
You're the reddest of the all the roses,
Brighter than the planet Mars.
You shine more than the yellow sun,
I see the bluest blue in your eyes.
