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I don’t know what I could not see
I can answer only what you ask me
the hibiscus makes my eyes giddy
looking up at the sky reminds me
South of the country
red apples poison me
but when my feet graze the sweet grass
the ocean overpowers me
I feel
I am where I should be
at night I dream of flying over meadows
wooden homes are where solace finds me
humility anoints me
sweet home country
I am where I should be.
