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Over, Under, Through
Over me is the sky
As I just muddle by
On my own.
My lips shut and sewn,
then realizing that so much
has been lost & reach out & touch
the sky
with tears I cry,
and I begin to fully try
to live to the fullest of a breath
and try not to regret with a sigh
my social self's death.
Under me a ground of soil and sand
that man tries to command.
But nature just laughs as we pass,
keeping us under the sky-glass.
Ah, I love you, the ground,
as I pass by, I breathe deep,
From end of the seas' sound,
While you, ground, go into beautious Winter sleep.
Through me whishes nature's breath of love,
with the clear and cloudy sky above,
the ground of abundance and life,
healer of pains and strife,
Through nature I really live life.
