“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet
and the winds long to play with your hair”
― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet
On sunny walk-ways
through sheltered groves,
when light softens
and quiet streams flow,
she felt a hush
of fluent air,
as she skipped along
without a care,
while all around her
the city roared,
and crowds gathered
and feelings poured…
In the shrubbery
vows were made,
and she let the intensity
slowly fade,
as nature healed
her very form,
in that moment she was reborn!
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