Flying High
The Rain on your lips is smooth
It softens my mind and my body.
You are Salt and Earth.
We fuse with the land.
Our skin in mud, wind, and sand.
Freedom an eternal landscape.
We Live captive to our gravity.
Earth turns.
Light blesses the color, texture, shape, and scent of you.
Your voice- a breeze.
Your voice- a breeze.
Thunder and sugar.
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