Call me don’t speak of darkness for I am a shadow cast upon the wall of the world Speak of spring for I still, absurdly, sprout within the cracks of stone Call me don’t speak of despair for I have long been fertilizing the earth with the blood because the clouds have not crossed this land for years, yet my eyes remain fixed on the sky Call me don’t speak of death for I saw life in the final gaze of a lover lying dead upon the ground See how I still sprout for the sake of seeing you don’t give me false hope but tell me You are coming...