It is me
Who keeps the trees together
It is my mind
That keeps the city foggy
It is me
Who floats cold at the bottom of the stream
It is me
Who keeps the bird hearts beating / going
It is my steps
That keeps you going / walking
It is my falls
When the cars collide
It is me
Under the tires
It is my trembling
That quiver / jitter in the cones, the catkins
It is my sighs
That drip in the park
It is me
When the wind kisses beneath your coat
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