Posted in Poetry

both formed

mud of the earth
sprinkled with space dust
washed in oceanic mist
hands reaching in
and out
and in and out
with rythmic beat
ancient drums hold attention
and whispers ascend upon ears
dance within and arise
witness the beauty
crags, shallow breaches
footsteps to lightly caresses
the grasses growth -hidden
mysteries afforded answers

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