Nature and love

 I am drowning to a sweet melody,

Melody of the voice of birds, trees who have made-up the melody with the breeze.

The trees have cradled me when I was in the most pain.

And washed me clean with their pounding rain.

When I cry, it's the sky that sent the sun to dry my tears.

If I could, I would run away from bricks and walls.

And finally fly to the ocean,

And if possible

I would want the moon to see.

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