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That fire, they said, was red as red as redas red as a fox, your lips, a cherry;that fire, they said spread and spread and spread,faster than a cheetah or a nasty rumour;
'Why do you run?' I asked the river,'So fast I can't compete.''I run,' the river said, 'becauseI have some streams to meet.'
I am in a forest;My brothers will never find me here.Over my head is a green umbrella;I feel the earth under my bare feet.
Take an apple. Chop it into quarters.Count out three. These represent the lakesthat nestle inside countries, all the snaking rivers joined with seas – the blue that’s water.
Furrows unfurl,Carved by the plough – Curl, fold, fall back:The skin peels away.