I fall from grace
Down below I seek
My destination
A dry creek
Others that fell, lie dead
We wait an eternity
For the sweet breath
of Humanity
The sun turns me crisp
I fear I will crumble
Underneath weary footsteps
Then you stagger this way and stumble
You stop, you look
Have you been seeking me too?
Your hand is warm, as you pick me
And I know I have found you
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Very nice
Thank you π