Not every touch, curves
into an elixir called life
Ocean waves, or the rain -
Smirk and smile
Yet, for the unrooted ones
I find a deeper deluge
Floating like a corpse
Slapping the faces, or something else
Lifeless, a cut.
Music of a benign kind
Play nature's softest part
To bid adieu our bondage
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