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naked trees, spinning grass,

million rocks and millions stars

shelves of hearts break at ones

cries that come from the depth inside

give me one reason - you asked

I never new why then

small as a grain of sand, dry as an empty river

part of enormous weight that come down

millions years before me

little shoulders shaken, mind inbound

strength has a it's colour - red as I found

 

july 2007

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