They drip from my fingers like sap from a broken tree
I think them and they pour, especially in high weather
The weather that comes from tumultuous times.
I always wanted to fly, be remembered, wear the green carnation-
Down into a dizzying spiral
Holding my arms out
Only to be caught by a light zipping by
With the sound of a roller coaster
Bringing me back up
A sort of baptism
The feel of serenity flowing down my cheeks
To be reborn
Floating in air like the light of my
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