I saw Genesis
inside your eyes
and my soul was aching.
You were a holy gust of wind
a little breeze came
and I started
crumbling.
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PoetryOur hearts are brave as fire, minds gentle as earth, dreams are fluid as water, and our souls are as free as the wind. (Poetry and Prose) #2 of the end-live-begin trilogy.
1. Genesis
I saw Genesis
inside your eyes
and my soul was aching.
You were a holy gust of wind
a little breeze came
and I started
crumbling.
