Here, at my country’s corner
here, at my country’s edge -
dream of a cloud carrying icicles
that drop into the sea,
make waves too big
to run from.
The earth, she’s just
a rocky mound,
cobalt poured
into her cracks
and crevices
until she's
barely there.
here, at my country’s edge -
dream of a cloud carrying icicles
that drop into the sea,
make waves too big
to run from.
The earth, she’s just
a rocky mound,
cobalt poured
into her cracks
and crevices
until she's
barely there.
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