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Earth

Oh, strip me naked
Bare my soul….reshape me
Torch my very spirit.
Sate my ashen fields
With riotous rivulets
Seduce my arid beauty
Entice my dormant life
To bloom, to dance upon
Dawn’s fickle wind.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Wolf Avatar
September 12, 2023 at 7:38 PM
I've heard of 'desperate housewives,' and now I see where they get their 'heritage of horniness' from. lol. ~ Ashley to Ashley, Dusty to Dusty
Brotherton Avatar
September 12, 2023 at 5:29 PM
For some reason, I keep getting a vision of a witch being burned at the stake. Maybe it is because Halloween is not far away.
Lane Avatar
September 12, 2023 at 8:57 AM
Wonderfully covered are the elements, John. Succinctly through their personification. Your words give it the ability to rise as a Phoenix!
Lawless Avatar
September 12, 2023 at 3:01 PM
Well, she originally started as a pole dancer and then.....
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