I take a deep breath
And the journey begins for my drowning eyes.
Beneath two heavy eyelids
A light runs through the most vulnerable pupils.
I bend to touch the grass,
I don’t remember how it feels since the last time.
My fingertips play with the limits of the green,
But, they stop when they find the loneliest creature.
A lonesome dandelion prays for someone to hear its begs
And I gently try to grasp their meaning.
I promise to embrace the roots of my companion
Because, we are the last two beings on the Earth.
Since I have become one with the aura,
There is life in my hands,
There is faith in my land.
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