Land:
January, 23rd
I can feel it.
Our soles are thick,
But the beating heart is pounding.
I can hear it.
Her cool breath,
Seeps its way into my bones,
Leaving her stained kiss
Upon my cheeks.
Maternal love.
Through my veins,
Runs a surge of belonging.
The earth,
Her body,
The silence of the wood,
Reconnecting us.
Softening our callused hearts.
Our souls are thick,
But I can feel it.
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