Your island

once had power

the island

I need

is silent and free

of capitalistic need

it sings to me

in the language

of old

the one

trees

understand

and

World

taps

to its beat

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once I dreamed

just washed hair

drying

the air

filled

with musk

and lemon

……

I wish you

can touch

my skin

wrapped

in a need

for you

but you

like me

are just

a dream

that

can’t be.