Raindrops sighing on the reeds of frost
Whilst her song
Such glorious light that song does glow
Pulled apart.
Whisps of wishes drift afar
Lost from their beatless hearts
As we are.

Like the mother we never knew
Home — the earth — kisses our cheeks
With dewdrops of honey’d care
And blankets the mind with pretentious truth: illusions.

Lightly caresses her precious
But her ignorant child — we — refuses
And we turn against.

She crys, anguish a cut in our hearts
But ’tis our fault
Damned fault
For killing her

And without her — earth,
We fall.


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