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ABOUT GARDENS

This world will pass.
High, the galaxies' fires
and inside me, waiting forests.
I cough stones and colors-

Fiery soils. My life in the feather
This world has cracked.
Stone root, my gray village
in the ravage of your death I have lived.

In the silver forests of the Galaxy
my soul wanders, unknown.
From birth, I had leaned into the kingdom.
On my shoulder, the red bird will rest.

Rigas with his Black, I learned will pass.
He whispered in my sleep, the sacred bird.
The world a crack and I poured out.
But the voices of my generation ignite, forests-

A love to take me; without judging.