Poem.
it does color your skin
the earth
sands or not you recognize soles
filled with snow
leaves no trace your steps
the mirage that
where are you now
Get your heart and blow in it
as a whistle
until it reaches the sound across the ocean
where mother is waiting
the sky and into his arms complaining
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