EARTHEN
Certainly
I want to edit my life
for the lost days on which
I cried not for me but for this earth
and for its elements earthen
Certainly
I want to edit my life
not on tunes
you try to enforce on me
not on wild drum beats
of a world divided
crashed, collapsed
in debris
but on melodies
melodies of rain drops and flute
and the soft whisper
of dreams
like heartbeats of oceans
like in a poem
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