The sun…an eye without pity
glares down on usunraveling
all those tedious strings broken
mores manners, it might be better
to forget names dates skills scores
we who are human who have
spoiled and squandered so much
do we long to become those primal
creatures we were meant to be?
simply swaying with winds breathing in
flowers gazing at birds tasting raindrops
gathering sunshine on our faces
mores manners, it might be better
to forget names dates skills scores
we who are human who have
spoiled and squandered so much
do we long to become those primal
creatures we were meant to be?
simply swaying with winds breathing in
flowers gazing at birds tasting raindrops
gathering sunshine on our faces
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