Your Streams – Poem About the Amazonian Forest and Rivers of Suriname

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As a child
I knew your magic
your forest
and your streams

I grew up
with all your gifts
your people
and your dreams

I blossomed
opened up
while learning
my own ways

for you
to slap my face
this awful
day of days

I grew up
with all your shifts
your people,
so it seems

for as a child
I knew your magic
the forest
and your streams.

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