fish strokes the wound,
insects crushed on the slippery steps,
blood spreads in the pool.
four of us came to the village
and three of us going to the forest.
a wild pig shreaked past
carrying a scream with it...
careful ,for the shadowsless
butterflies sing in this forest.
while we walk ,
one lost the shadows.
two of us went to the sea.
waves , entwined friends...
giving him to the waves
i am waiting for the ship
to show me the world.
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