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earthchild Feb 2021
Sharing our poetry,
declarations of love.
Words precisely picked,
to evoke emotions.
Torturing ourselves,
is the way you put it.
And I can't help but agree.
earthchild Feb 2021
Quantum particles once connected,
but separated by vast distances
still move in synergy.
Two souls reflecting,
back and forth
faster than the speed of light.
Inextricibly intertwined,
throughout multidimensional realities.
earthchild Feb 2021
Sometimes the hardest words to say are,
I'm not ok.
earthchild Feb 2021
I am not the woman I used to be,
my eyes perplexed by what they see.
There is no familiarity here,
new skin sits upon these bones.
Rebirthed from the earth,
rising through the dirt.
Layers of sediment,
grit and mud.
Building new homes,
within myself.
earthchild Feb 2021
Time was all I needed,
and yet time is an illusion.
  Feb 2021 earthchild
Jon York
She real,
          she's deep, she's
  mystical, and she believes
           in kindness and
     oneness  and  romance
              and magic.

            She's  a  warrior,
                 and a lover.

               She believes in
        road trips to the moon
                     and stars
           and  dancing  with
                the universe.

            She's  fearless and
                      gentle, and
               brave. She lives in
                       oceans,
                      waterfalls,
                  sunsets,  an­d
                     galaxies.

                    She's  the
                        artist,
                     the poet,
                 the poem, and
                    the dream.

                    She's LOVE
                                                            ­               Jon York   2019
earthchild Feb 2021
Today I pick fresh flowers,
a gift to myself.
Unconditional love,
admiration.
For the woman I am becoming.
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