Just My Poems

#69 HFK 4

A myriad of stars
Littered the sky
We were one of them

Falling down
With a soft thud
The mud shines dully

Coat myself in
The earthy embrace
The only mother who never left

Dragging through the ground
To civilisation
Crossing rivers, crossing seas

North to south
Somewhere in the middle
Magic happens

Love, that's what it's called
You and I
We fell in sync