I've been a river, flowing steadily and fast.
carried the imaginable and unimaginable.
talk of human waste, waste from humans, even humans themselves.


I've been a bird, soared the clouds felt the wind blow past me and with me.
next time I want to be your eyes.


I want to be the thing that sees life in your perspective
want to know what colour you see the trees in
whether you see the sky as blue or red
if tomatoes whether ripe or unripe are all red to you
what you see when you stare deep into my eyes
what you see when you stare at the sky at night
and whether you see my love for you.


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  • Author: شاء (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 19th, 2022 02:06
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