I am a dying sister #15

Run me, run me like a ghost

In circles,

Broken chairs

Empty squares

Run myself, run it all

To the wind, share my parts

The heart for the prayers

The mind for God

Lips for the sun

Foot for the beggar

One eye for the burn field

The other for the frozen leaves

Five fingers to the sky

One straight to the arrogant faces

Three were left ownerless

The rest is here,

For every willing.

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