Burnt sand cries for a storm
that buries memories of a night
and wakes to the light of the only dawn
in which children make the song.
Green grass cries all night
and lies to the sun in a breath
then dies below the feet of a child
who cries for a broken myth.
Blue sky cries for a rainbow
that is stuck midway a dream
and fights memories through and through
that cries in the seventh beam .
Life cries for living a life
and life is lost somewhere
searching for the hands with warmth
that cold flesh has lost nowhere.
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