Rivers of moonlight
Shining down, unraveling
At these very bones
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poetry
Earth
Rightfully, I am She
In her everything
I am her rage
When she storms
But her calm
When she rains
When she trembles
I am her faults
And her lines
And her fault lines
I am lands that engulf
And that bloom
To give back
I am the brilliance in her skies
The colors and the black
Her yearning for the Sun
And the Moon’s for her
I was born
from one fistful
Of Earth
