A Fallen Grain
Now that we are from
each other so
distant...
My luck flew...
my life died...
Oh! sand peace, my river
that runs already empty,
heartless...
If only if
you found me
fallen dry grain
you planted me
that's how i could be
humble but huge tree
in your life... if
you let me be...!
I would grow up
friendly tree...
Would offer you
fruits,
shadow, and
novel shelter...!
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