"Sky is a graveyard," they said.
I never believed until I saw you.

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in the day,
what the hummingbird
chirped in her ears,
in the night,
what the wolf
howled to the moon.

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If there's a tale to be told, it is done the storyteller's way.

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the rhythm of the river rising to the moon against gravity,
the flow of the waves breaking through the lanes,
the hue of the night making its way in through the day,
in the hope of a forever of living,
with its little pinky finger wrapped around the sun's big ole hands.

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The leaves fall from the tree, isn't it?
They don't 'separate'.
But we always associate it with falling apart.
I heard my mother say to my father,
"We are falling apart like the leaves do in autumn."
But isn't it only the dead leaves that fall.
It is the 'survival of the fittest'.
And I guess mother, you were not enough like she is now, for him.

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Turning off the light
I finally saw it
My reflection but
her face. Why?
(Caption)

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Being independent is
the trend because
dependents still exist.

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Her eyes underneath the stars.
Her vision above the sky.

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What did mummy pack
for lunch today?

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A cloud said to the water droplets,
"I have to let you go to
make you come back again."
He had water in his eyes.

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