AND if tears (they are from me)
drop in descending
decay as time tick-tocking wishes –a

burning life cheated by fire called,

“I wish to be more this time”

what of “me?”           and
my role models are

Mountains and vast Seas! and nothing by


the dirt smells like the mother who

born me:  all her musty loving scent
especially when after rains so wet and

borning other “others”

the fields are green

Today i am the ‘no one’ and yester-
day more and tomorrow?

:: 07-18-2015 ::

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