How my soul felt

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return home,
to the place of fallen flowers
and budding fruits.
say ‘no’ no more, you too
can hold death in your quiver.

your skin dries and cracks
like the bottom of the lake
when all the water is gone-
you’re clay, but to light you shall return
becoming both particle and wave.

to call you home,
I have unclothed my soul
in the midst of seven witnesses
but you did not return, sun,
and my soul felt naked.

Younglan Talyoung

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