The Planets-Venus
dreaming
feeling the soft fingers of green grass
massage my back
as I try to sleep a little longer
feather touches of wind
on my cheeks and lips
scents of wet wood and moist ground
as the flowers whisper open
awaken
slowly I flutter my soul to bring me life
I gather the heat of the sun
that has already tapped me gently to rise with him
I still feel not alive yet for this moment
for my eyes still not break open
they want to enjoy the darkness of day
taper along the vibrations of the not seen
for my skin to enjoy
alive
aahhhhhh...
the air that has came out of me
came out with a relaxed note
for my body is a lazy instrument
that enjoys the subtle tunes of which
can be done without my knowing
for knowing something that is coming forth
is not as liberating as seeing something
that could not be known
wander
what pleasantries
are the world and its surroundings
how alluring are the things not touched by man
my heart fills at the very sight that are created
and what could be imagine
how significant...
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