Brush Fire (My Own Photographic Art)
~ Amid stones and plants
On fertile soil bare feet dance
Life’s epic romance
~ Power of the sea
Soft rain falling down on me
I’m immersed in thee
~ Wind blows loose my hair
Caresses me everywhere
I breathe deep the air
~ Glowing embers fade
By lingering warmth I stayed
Ash now dull and greyed
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Amanda Buck
Amanda is a creative writer and photographer.
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