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Canada Cold Canada


The drop felt to my heart, pouring into my love.

Blade of grass’s hope sticking my corroded spirit

The faith become breathing hard, daisy’s petal picking itself

I went down knees crying for the last chance.

If daisy’s petals burned out I can see to starting a new way,

I yellow without voice. No I can’t see the new way.

The last loose leaf blazing and burning my eyes.

Blind man stretch hand to me- it is hope or vacuity of mind

I catch the worm hand. The air smell like ocean

opened eyes and saw- I was deep in tears