The Circle of Love
Through the elements we do nothing but grow
By Charnee DurrantPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
FIRE
Him and her, embrace
Skin fevers, chills, love is life
Gold is formed, within
AIR
Breathe slow, my baby
You grow, my baby, too fast
Reach high, my baby
WATER
Rivers meet, and pool
Infiltrate, tidal, glacial
We don’t drown, we sail
EARTH
She calls, finally
The smell of home leads us down
The circle of love
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