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I look like a lost child

Brought back to Earth by the violent tide


The angry sun watches over me

Whilst my pale blue body

Lays in the grass painfully


My sister is playing with my honey-hued hair

And I’m picking sepia-coloured flowers

In the delicate fields of my long-gone childhood

Bathing in the warm afternoons of my loneliness


Slowly I open my almond-shaped eyes

As the world softly unfurls

Shamelessly revealing its naked-self to me

So I run away carried-away

By the gentle wind caressing my bruised skin


My hands

My hair

My mind

My mouth

My radiating love

And my never-ending compassion