Zywa
Shadow side
Chance brought you here
and me, I look and take a step
closer to touch you
hide and hair, the velvet
of your leaves: what do you feel
when I stroke you?
My warmth like I
feel yours? The sun
in me?
My garden is your garden
you're not in my shadow
I in yours only
if I grant you the sun
fire, water, earth and air
you just are
blown this way, trying
your luck, a stranger
where I happen to live
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