ABOUT YOU
The child chokes a crow
Fingers have their groping ways
The dew makes the rubble glow
The dune is all ablaze
The hours chase each other
The days shorten with each season
The weeks catch up with each other
The months wilt and wither
The year is smaller than a butterfly
Smaller than the spider that brings
Evening hope and morning rue
Everywhere all of this because of you.
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