Embrace the flowers that once smiled for me,
You see I was the only one who walked by
Just to see them smile, without trying to make them mine.
Whisper to the trees of my absence and if you fall,
Fall on the yellowed leaves that had laughingly crunched;
They hadn't met anyone who walked so much.
Tell the berries to give away my share of sweetness,
Wet yourself in the rain that often soaked me dead
And burn in the sun that resurrected me afterward.
Oh, let the skies know that I do not cherish a home.
I'd rather wander rootlessly, making friends of rolling
stones
And flocking with different feathers but of kindred souls.
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