Under the green jungle crown
you silently go,
Shimmers of light pattering
down onto your soft, worn skin.
With kind eyes, you observe,
all the beauty surrounding you.
I hope you know the
beauty that you are,
And the profound, and ancient
beauty you weave
Into this young world,
With your sublime presence.
The deep, unconscious current guards
my hopeless human figure from
the continuous plume of silence
echoing below my floating forearms.
my pure body is tossed in a
The paragraphs you send me are long,
certain,
and completely free;
they take flight around my mind like gentle songbirds,
Clouds fixed in settled explosions of amber and saffron
Clement winds tossing seaweed on the toasted flaxen sand
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