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Jun 2013
Beneath the moons gentle gaze
The fluttering of leaves touching in the wind
Sounds in my ringing ears
The soft rippling water spilling from the earths skin
Drag my finger across the velvet surface
Calling the power only pure water such as this gives me
Close my eyes and concentrate
Feel the way the water hugs my emerged skin
Feel the way the water moves as though it breathes
The pale moon a reflection against the dark waters
Clusters of stars dusted in the sky
Shine down like dozens of lit candles floating
The cool scrape of the grass against clad knees
And the soft chirp of the awakening night life
All natures gift to me
Katlyn Orthman
Written by
Katlyn Orthman  21/F/Minnesota
(21/F/Minnesota)   
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