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5209 My withered equatorial jungle

I am surrounded by chloroplasts 
That are fugitives to sadness 
And my head 
Is filled with amazement, 
That is why i want today 
One of your giant leaves 
To cover me with its greenery.

I long to stretch out 
Until you can touch 
My emptiness with your desire 
And so that my tired bones 
To the sound of your moans 
Calm my cries 
And hope returns again 
To reforest 
My valleys and hills, 
My seagrass meadows, 
Each singular mountain, 
My thousand uncertain deserts, 
My pampas, my steppes, 
My tundra and my taiga.

The light of your milky way 
Can renew in me, 
My withered equatorial jungle.

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