I used to dream of butterflies
Of dancing slowly with raindrops
And walking in the moonlight
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I am the sea
I belong to the west
I am the wind
I belong to the east
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Far away from home
I took a stance on stone
A chip from Lokongoma hills
Cold yet from night chills
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If I do not die tonight
I shall be stronger in the morrow
I shall rise
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They ask me why I listen to music of the old
I answered ‘we will all get old soon’
They say I live in despair
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One wish
Just before we end this voyage of twelve moons
One more wish
Now, before we hoist sails into the new era
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This morning everything stopped
All things
My world paused not for a minute
But forever
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Sometimes
you want to disappear
be swallowed by ground
or just vanish into air
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This morning I woke up
To the clatter of rain fingers on my roof
As the morning gets slowly darker
The arms of rainfall stealthily dip
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Tonight
I will be that which you need
I will fold the miles into my palms
And bend the time
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