I am the wet rain
I am the tilled soil
I am the smell of the breeze
I am the sound of a crashing wave.
My skin is a shell on the sand
My hair is moonlight
My eyes are caves where bats dwell
My lips the banks of rivers.
The Earth moves within me
The Moon pulls at my soul
The Planets plot my future
And the Stars spill from my hands.
I am the tilled soil
I am the smell of the breeze
I am the sound of a crashing wave.
My skin is a shell on the sand
My hair is moonlight
My eyes are caves where bats dwell
My lips the banks of rivers.
The Earth moves within me
The Moon pulls at my soul
The Planets plot my future
And the Stars spill from my hands.
~ Me
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