REFLECTION Amputated hands lay on the ground without leaves, Winds breathe now cooler through the trees. In the winds fluctuations I hear sounds, In the winds gentle bubble I hear song, Washing over me I feel eternally strong. Fruit shriveled but sweet vacates its grip, Landing to rest within nature’s hold. With salty eyes I stare into the distance, This is a place I dwell my soul, Natures eternal wash through my hair that roll. Songs on currents of invisible wires, Gently rocking on the local church spire. Shutting my eyes I hear a grumble, We are slaves to our stomachs. Walking away I feel so alive and humble.Birth sign: Scorpio
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