Somewhere, sometime
Where blossoms bloomed
And plants sprouted
As if the wind chased them
With the beating heart of a running fire.
Somewhere, sometime
In a place where those pains lurked
Among cold hearted weeds
And shadows appeared
Out of nowhere to still glances to kill
Somewhere, sometime
In a heart where the soul hides
White and black the colors interchange
The auras lay unbroken
Behind each person, a lily.
Somewhere, sometime
In a place where words burn their hearts out
Like the sun beats down
On a ninety-six degree weather day
Killing every living creature in its path.
Somewhere, sometime
In the pouring rain
Where everything aches on my body
With clothes that itch
Like mosquitoes that bug you.
Somewhere, sometime
Everything has a place
The earth is silent and comforting.
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