My words, they rise
From deepest soil
From pathways strewn
With rock and fire
My words, they fly
On shifting winds
Through tempests born
Of breath and sky
My words, they float
On gentle waves
Through waters deep
They dive below
My words, they ring
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With sunlight dancing
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My words, they creep
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From jagged heart
With softened edge
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My words, they reach
A hand toward you
My heart, they hold
My truth, they speak
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC
My words, they rise
From deepest soil
From pathways strewn
With rock and fire
My words, they fly
On shifting winds
Through tempests born
Of breath and sky
My words, they float
On gentle waves
Through waters deep
They dive below
My words, they ring
With songs of joy
With sunlight dancing
On their wing
My words, they creep
Like rolling fog
In whispers soft
Their secrets sleep
My words, they grow
From jagged heart
With softened edge
They bloom in snow
My words, they reach
A hand toward you
My heart, they hold
My truth, they speak