The rains cannot wash me off the streets
the steps zebras and blinking traffic lights
will lada keep me forever crossing
the way I have always been
the smiles cannot hide- hide me
the tears can roll- roll me no more
the mind of plants will be kept open
for each of my kisses on bowing petals
their roots will tremble along
the fire flowers will breathe with me
the words can no longer tell - tell me
silence can bring - bring me no more
the world is at my hand
the sky is at my feet
the water is not a drink
to either pour or taste -
too deep for a thought
because I am beautiful
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