she tells me, stop crying, but
I can't listen.
tangled branches on a sheet of paper, I
cannot find my way
chase your heels, find what you will
maybe you will discover the meaning of
a single blade of grass, crinkled
here there are
mixed pathways, have I veered
now she lets my tears
to the ground and
blossoms there, tells me;
there is no wrong turn, only
a different journey
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