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The whole day I sat in the ruins
Picking up tears
Watching sand pour all over me
The whole day I watched the duck fly
Fire took root
The house burned down
The ground and the meadows too

A freighted dear in the corner
Of nowhere looking to the horizon
Lost to the light
In shape of her mother

I watched with no shoes
My wings burn
Picking up tears with no hands
I hid under what seemed to be
Shadow of a dream

I coughed blue blood
Seemingly Orange
There was a soft breeze
Quiet to touch
A scream
I was deaf
Loud noises I didn’t hear
Colors I did not recognize
The big wolf
Swallowed !

The leaf was too small
Couldn’t hide me no more
Nor did it keep me warm

I longed for the heat
My house way burning
I kept collecting tears in the ocean

Lost my shoes
My legs walked away
Smile? I said!
Smile followed
I ran after laughter
I was deaf
I could only hear tears
I coughed blue blood

Smile stopped
I shook it’s hands
We became friends
Only for the night!

Too many stars
It was too bright
I could only see blue
Tears, ocean, smile

I couldn’t sleep
The night was too orange
My dream too pink

I coughed blue while picking tears on the sand
There I kept a pearl inside my heart
Then kept on chocking

I tried to take cover
The ceiling was too short
The flowers were too wild
You picked the wrong flower

Was it too late
For me?
For you?
You wanted flowers
I needed a vase
To cover my roots
I had a hiccup
There was a pearl stuck in my heart
I was bleeding tears
tears , red

had no shoes
loved to walk
I couldn’t scream
No tongue
couldn’t reach
No hands
Run? No legs
Only picking tears, Over the horizon
Where my house was burning
the meadow too. June 14, 2012