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I forever hold a piece of memory

A single film that brings me back

I said to the sun

Show me your light

It hurts to show the inside of my darkness

I said to the ocean

Let me see your true tidal colors

It cried oil onto the bare soaked sand.


I said to the birds

Sing me song I have yet not sung

They flew away into the blue sky of wind

I said to the grass

Show me your layers that have yet not grown

Weeds sprouted onto the earth’s throne

I said to the tree

Grow me a berry

It grew me rotting leaves.


This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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