A Soul's Home
Who am I supposed to be
A tear in someone’s eye, not me...
I am...
Of what is possible if valleys rise into ice capped mountains
And rivers flow until their waters sink to spring into beautiful fountains
The unconscious becoming conscientised
Mother nature’s near equal, her blindsight
I am the son of the sun
I am a young people and time for me is still noon
I exist in all forms in all of humanity
My acceptance is only possible through humility
I am the son of the soil
Scotched from soul to sole
A creation to behold,
A history to be told
I offer my hand for you to hold
In return for greatness untold
My love is profound
Forgiveness is my threshold
My nose, is wide, my laughter is loud,
My lips are expressive, my poise is proud
I am an omnipresent spirit
I am white, shinning light
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