Who could you be?

You are the sound of a shooting star

stranded on an uninhabited island .


You are a hyena

vigilintly scanning for food.


You are the smell of the morning breeze

Blowing me around.


You are the memory of my first steps

pushing me forward .


You are the distance between mums warm cakes

and grandpas cabbage soup.


You are the black hole.

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