Into the wind

I might one day scream into the wind
Hoping my other selves in parallel dimensions
Hear the call and join me
Fortify me
You see, I need all the help I can get
If all of us are singers (we must be)
We’d form a triumphant harmony
Heal the world
Bring back the bees
If I could make them hear me
Self-portrait: Photo, Procreate, Oilist.

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