strands… touch my feet.

long weighted strands of life

growing peacefully upon

a thin landscape

I have known the peacefulness of your touch

I am still a member of your roots

longing to forever see you swaying in mid-air

your long tresses

into distances stare

your silhouette like a work of art

my heart trembles at the very thought

I love you the way you are

without a fancy

without fallacy

you stand undignified

muddled with the ground

the dust you gather speaks of your time

your scent speaks of your state

your rhythm is yours only, I can tell

no one can forget how you spake

such sweetness across the grass you spread

all joys cuddling around your existence

I only wish to know you

and no one else.


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