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Feb 2019
You are a walk in old growth,
The softest moss enjoyed by many stepping creatures.
As I grow weary I ease myself into your tall grass,
In the place where the wind takes itโ€™s rest.

You speak to me in dream and river tongue
Chanting swallowโ€™s songs and perfect weathered stone
I close my eyes and we exchange silk and furs
I worship the earth spirits that live inside you

As days pass, laughter turns to sugarcane
Tacit moon makes adobe pueblos
Hereโ€”my chest never touches the ground

I take shelter in your familiar terracotta
Like water excited in the kettle
Hereโ€”the bird of my thoughts sings
Written by
Maxx  22/M/Philly
   ---, Sarita Aditya Verma and sue
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