Here the vines grow long and thick as the hair on our heads
Trees sigh and whisper
The calling inside of us grows outward to embrace our united destinies
Here, we are at ease
The land is not afraid to see who we are
Our pure nakedness which shines beautifully
We open our arms and our eyes in grace and see
The magic that bleeds from every rock within the soil and each corner of the sky and stains our hands
But we know that we can fly
The breeze all but stirs within an intuition of what I already know can take us higher
Over the canopy and beyond
This is our homeland
We are its people
This is our calling
Here we are free.
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100 Peices of Me
PoesiaThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
