The fire of grit in my
pulsating veins,
the winds of passion
with their ebbs and tide,
the calmness of pure
serenely flowing
breath of river,
All unite in me
to a creation of the earth
from the dust, into the birth
Naming me, welcoming me,
As a part of their cradle.
Here I stand incomplete,
without the presence of any.

 

 

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