Nobody
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Five.
Seven.
Hundred.
Nobody is listening to me.
Out there
beyond the gate of hope,
the ashes of wind
are crying.
Hundred.
Thousand times.
I have to dig a nest
in the middle of the day.
I have to beg
and
nobody is listening to me.
Two hands,
one prayer.
The little bee teaches me
the lesson of sweetness.
Little by little
I have to pay
the price of look,
the price of the scar
of my third eye.
