Mushroom

When your heart fails,

We would share mine

For in this beating mushroom,

There’s space for two

When your tear becomes liquor,

We would drink from same cup together

When you need to talk,

I’ll be your bank of secrets

When your eye whistles pain,

I’ll be there, right on time

My sun will rise in one of your hand,

And set in the other

Ready to dry

And ready to give warmth

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