Earthenly, Curious and green, I feel these babbling brooks in my bones, They tickle and play on the nerves, A quiet hum permeating skin. What organised madness, An environment of the Pagans and I catch my breath at the sunset every time. I am forest after all.
Author: Kasia Marcisz
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What doth beyond my window break? Tis the moon, Her face dressed by the stars, A blanket of clouds caressing her lips…
On lands
Pulse beats like a quiet drum, Echoes of ancient rituals Long forgotten in dirty memories. They whisper sweet nothings in my ear And clear the air. I feel you, My liquid sunshine Permeating through the skin.