Grass, mountains, waters, and sky
Have entered my bloodstream
And I am waiting for them
To take effect.
I feel i am starting
To turn green because of the grass.
That I’ve grown full of chasms
and I breath mists
because of the mountains.
With my feet I am rounding the edges of stones
When I walk on the
road
And they ask me about the sea
Because of the waters
I feel that I’m turning
Seemingly blue, and unbounded
And that stars are sprinkling on my eyes
And the tips of my fingers.
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