Soft Light for The Mother's Children.
By IamWHITHIN
Curled up around ruins,
As ancestry grows from your dust atoms,
Obsolete heritage of your voice,
Speak so I may know the sound,
Sound of their culture,
Yearning for the earth,
To regurgitate hidden lusts of beauty,
You and I are sunning stars,
One before passed on the essence to you,
My essence, yours,
Content to understand everyone is connected to the earth.
The one before you is every bit you as you are.
Subtle beauty.
Pulsating stars of human beings.
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