(For @just.call.me.eve)
The silk
cotton seeds know how to trespass the barbwire.
The silk
cotton seeds know where to stick, and where not to.
The silk
cotton seeds know when to fly high in the sky,
And when to
kiss the ground.
The silk
cotton seeds know how to make a touch tender.
Crossing the
borders the silk cotton seeds know
How to
spread life.
When
everything was dried up in the late winter
When the
earth was dying for a drop of water
Those were
the silk cotton trees
That bloomed
in red Putting fire in the sky.
For their
inflamed tide
Spring had
to come.
Now just
before the rain comes,
They know
how to sing a song of love and spread it in the air.
Dear, can
you blow me to fly like the silk cotton seeds?
Can you bring
me home
On your rumpled
hair or the undetected folds of your cloth?
Dear, can
you blow me?
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