In front of my face rain is floating
Like frozen in a kind of break
Slow motion for the fallen
Everyone is dying of hunger
In front of my face the sun is lisping
Sounds like decades ago
Kids raving and yelling and raging
Far off from my homeland
In front of my face a dog is yawning
Loafing about and panting
I scent the soul of this dog
Within my dream it is alive
In front of my navel there is a sound
A siren is telling me something
At the red shore of the long arrival
The waves are swallowing her chant
In front of my feet sand is drifting
A smiling face is in the sand
I am this face
The water is washing it away
Aug 21, 2023
Aug 21, 2023 at 1:14 PM UTC
In front of my face rain is floating
Like frozen in a kind of break
Slow motion for the fallen
Everyone is dying of hunger
In front of my face the sun is lisping
Sounds like decades ago
Kids raving and yelling and raging
Far off from my homeland
In front of my face a dog is yawning
Loafing about and panting
I scent the soul of this dog
Within my dream it is alive
In front of my navel there is a sound
A siren is telling me something
At the red shore of the long arrival
The waves are swallowing her chant
In front of my feet sand is drifting
A smiling face is in the sand
I am this face
The water is washing it away
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