by : Bacardi Gold
01/oct/2021
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when all the grasses are taller than me
when all the morning dewdrops become my pool to bathe
should i wonder and be confused about my surroundings
or continue my sleep ’till i find the beginnings
the air that i breath are perfumes in the wind
they float everywhere and go un-destined
if all of it goes a-missing
where would i be find a-living
take me by the hand let’s share the world
we only see a single sun
we only have one place to run
there’s only one Heaven when all is done…
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Triangle Writes... 