Ashes carried by winds choke me.
Hear the cries as flames rise.
A red sun burns above me.
I can't see the end yet.
The sky is far too hazy.
Now is a tree,
a place that is made of history.
Feel with your fingers
for lines etched in the bark,
the future is there
I dream to drink the sky,
it would taste so sweet,
a sea of blue and stars
and everything in between.
If we are all
just droplets,
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