Be safe in the storm
dear you, dear me....
be safe in the darkest hours of the night
I am crying
Rivers of blood and mountains of bombs
restrictions, chains, pain.
Be safe in the jungle
dear love, dear me.....
be safe after you buried my memories
please, never cry
because I will not be there to clean your tears
because I am not the cotton of your clothes and I can not protect you
of the pain I am causing us.
Violent winds,
unexpected, unpredictable waterfalls
drops of hope run away from my present
drops of sorrow gnaw my skin.
Hurricanes, typhoons,
destroying, creating,
pulling down the roots I thought I had found.
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