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Death Valley
My tree speaks to me
on the eve of my death
she whispers, you will get a gift
today and the call reached
she whistles, bumble bamboo tree
fondling with her leaves
may I talk to you - the voice thunders
I tailed to be with me, what is it?
the sound whistling...
the barking dog, sleeping animal
in the shadowy waves beside the clear blue sea...
a fear with stormy day, flying dust blistering heat, the end of my journey marching on
gently, slowly and freely
the death of mine! asked Dukhu
the tree nodded in response, smiled with a cool breeze... the text on my phone blinking
you are chosen - silence, silence, silence.
© mystiic
on the eve of my death
she whispers, you will get a gift
today and the call reached
she whistles, bumble bamboo tree
fondling with her leaves
may I talk to you - the voice thunders
I tailed to be with me, what is it?
the sound whistling...
the barking dog, sleeping animal
in the shadowy waves beside the clear blue sea...
a fear with stormy day, flying dust blistering heat, the end of my journey marching on
gently, slowly and freely
the death of mine! asked Dukhu
the tree nodded in response, smiled with a cool breeze... the text on my phone blinking
you are chosen - silence, silence, silence.
© mystiic
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