i want to dig
into this muddy earth....as if it is you.....
i want to see....and....dry my hand with your dry
ancient ashes.....
.....I.... want to wash....
my face......with your soft....
muddy
water....
i am told...this
give me life back in
and right away.....
i want to dig into your ashes
until streams....and tiny lakes
will turn into
swamps...or salty oceans....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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