Tell me what breaks you in soft cries,
and I will tell you mine.
Tell me what brings you to the wildflowers in cracks,
and I will tell you the story of a broken heart.
Tell me what you ache for as the sun comes down,
and I will tell you, how sunset kisses the sky.
Tell me how you break in soft moans,
and I will tell you how the soul stays tender after all these times.
Tell me how you've held yourself in the loneliest of moments,
and I will tell you the story of a solitary walker.
Tell me what brings you the ache for the scent of a dusk,
and I will tell you why I long for something so ineffable.
Tell me what keeps you in such youthful spring,
and I will tell you of the poems
that sound like laughter in the rain.
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