swinging canopies whispering my heart,

swinging canopies whispering my heart,
an ocean breath stirs deeper inside.

I know not what quickens so
until you are swallowed by the silence of the stars above
and sink in the sand as I crash-land at your feet.

tell me to rise, tell me to fall,
tell me to shine like the shining sun,
and sing like the soaring breeze reaches you—

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