Golden hues of the smiling sun
enkindling my nerves to spin in love
mellow whispers from the reverberating
lateral veins of the tree
feeds solace into the life of my palm.
Dancing vines unraveling the deep knitted fear
leaves me no choice but to frolic to
the chirrs of the birds near
running rivulets washes away the mask
undressing me to finally surrender.
Crisp chills of the earth’s soil seep
into my naked foot
unclogging and emancipating the turmoil
stemmed from my roots
the twinkling halo in the night’s sky
vacuums away the fragmented pieces
to create infinite pieces.
You effortlessly plant comfort
when I cry, question and fume
but your warmth allows me to dance
endlessly naked to your tune.
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