Giuliana Carder

When I die the trees will remember me
The breeze will whisper my passing to the butterfly
And the brook will babble my departure to the bee
When I die nature will remember me
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Will you walk
To a far away place
Between the cocaine lines of pollution
On the crème brûlée sand,
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I am not in the business of
Saying true things.
I am in the business of
Glass slippers
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You say your love is like the stars
You say she moves like the breeze
And kisses like the sea.
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Do words penned in solace
Of a thoughtless mind
Deserve
To be treated thusly?
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'I have someone now, '
she said,
'He touches me, and kisses me,
And does all the things you once did.'
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I put my thoughts in a little blue book
Because none understand
How hard it is to see the world and not...write
Every pebble must be expressed
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What does the wind say i wonder
When it whispers to the trees?
How do the leaves feel
Tumbling along the breeze?
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