If I could choose
a burial ground...
You were my first love,
you held me like no other...
The time I've spent in nature
walking through thick grass...
The moon whispered
his last blessings...
I didn't know
some ants had wings...
There are the freeze bees
Teasing me to sneeze...
Certain feelings
such as organic...
I woke up this morning
raindrops are falling...
I have outgrown the mud
survived the frost...
There she is, my moon
lighting my darkness, like a missing piece...
We are made of stardust
Floating in the wonder...
our land is poisoned
men jack up like Heroin...