I absorb the flowers, the trees, the hours
I absorb the sweet necessities.

I love people
I love love
I love most things around me.

I mean what I say and I say what I mean,
but I don’t think anyone is listening.

‘cause connection is based,
just like art,
on mutual understanding.
And if I can’t paste
my mind with my heart
then who will ever understand me.

Flowers turn to buds.
Trees turn to sticks.
And I am left full, unable to give.

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