I turn my feet into the dirt without a sound
Late night mischief in my light green eyes
There, behind the tree limbs and leaves
I see my reason for breathing during the day
My moon, my motivator
Sweet lake water I envy your reflection
Two moons eclipse my eye lashes
Drown out harsh words, heal blisters
Strong enough to glow through the clouds
Light for my evening walks
Clear space inside me to shine during the day
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No, I said, What kind of bird, are you?
