Saturday, February 8, 2020

poetry from 2017

Touch the deep green moss,
You tickle my hair.
Slide your hand beneath the fallen leaves
To clutch the rich, dark, moist Earth beneath.....
I am the dark, moist depths
You long to plunge into deeply
To release and find relief in,
I am the Earth.-
*Stacey B. aka Crystal Morningstar aka "April" aka "Mon Chay"

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