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My home has blue skies. Ceilings made of grand design and in her prime she shines and warms me from the outside

Inside

My home is a heartbeat away, and when I wake she greets me with life’s bread

Water

Breath to breathe she gives and when I heave she reminds me to leave

My troubles behind

Biodegradable design my home is so fine

And kind

My home is beautiful , never to be carried or paid for

Experienced and gentle

Forever

Currency in skies plied with clouds raining down decisions made previously when a wind knocked a seed

Down

She grows with me

Shows me seasons of majesty

And her tapestry makes me think and reflect on the derelict thought I think when on the brink of sinking

She sinks

She is the crashing wave and the calm right after

She splatters and patters

Burns and scatters thoughts…

She’s

Lost

And found

Profound

Her sound

I could listen forever through ears made of clever and weather

By her grand design

I am her,

My home

And she is me

We

Are.

-Majesty-

(Terra Tapestry)

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