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beyond the boundary
toes curl on the edge of the world
knees bent as they plummet themselves into the plush of the clouds
the children of time and guardians of creation
their skin is rich, rich as their mother
and their tongue native to existence
jubilant, their cheeks tinted cherry
flames bruise the horizon and they land
gently into the hands of their home
"did you have fun?" She asks with a smile
they nod and curl together
children of time and guardians of creation
sleep in their mother’s arms
"until next dawn my souls"
— Earth never forgot her children
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