To die, if not today, tomorrow. Alone
Fate of plants, clouds, bees and stars
To seek new love before time runs away
Among these clouds and stars,
I flow like a forsaken garland of flowers
Seeking to find that one moment,
That space and those hands which made me
While all along, this current drifts me
Away and into a relentless roar of the ocean
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