Rolling over the sky just so
I may have made my small space
Keeping closer to the surface
I may have asked for a little of my place
With open eyes it's barely the thing
To believe what I see these days
It seems like there's a long way to trust
Myself.
To swing wherever the wind takes me
By the river around the green hills
The cupped lakes in the lap of stones
Flowers , colors and nature
Carved delicately ,
Whilst , in intense friction of life,
We all live with.
A new day marked by a number different
Can you take me there again , someday
From where I can embrace trust for myself
And be in life.
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