Where did you come from? Out of the clouds like silver lightning in the sky, or out of my imagination deep into those thoughts I tried so hard not to remember. Where did you come from? From under the earth with the brown worms and the dirt, or from under the skirt of the rain that fell so suddenly. No, you came from the bees I see flying around in the spring. I've experienced your honeysuckle sting. No, you came from the rumbling I feel like mumbling lips awakened by sweet morning's kiss. I think you came from the moon I see peeking through the night sky, trying to hide and yet so noticeable to my peering eye. Maybe you came from the virgin horizon, untouched and immovable. White like the foam gathering at the ocean's shoreline, only to stay until another tide washes it away. Where did you come from? I folded you like clay, molded and baked you to my liking. Breathed breath into you and clothed your nakedness with these beautiful thoughts. That's where you came from, I can tell.Birth sign: Taurus
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