Earth
When the dead lies down
I draw them into my heart
To be born again
Water
I caress the land
And fall in weeping torrents
To hydrate the seeds
Fire
Direct touch burns but
From afar I am the star
that will keep you warm
Air
Born in your new forms
I am the friend that invites
You to breath again
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Naomi Tyhurst
Art is meant to be seen and stories are meant to be heard. I create, because I want to share the dreams playing in my head.
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