The elements in me

a haiku

By Emma DatsonPublished about a year ago • Updated 9 days ago • 1 min read

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Water soothes my soul,

Fire kept in darkness, Breathe air,

Walking upon earth.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Emma Datson

I am 40ish, medically interesting, Australian poet, who is finally using her voice. My superpower is my vocabulary. Dive in and read an eclectic mix of poetry and creative non-fiction, full of love, grief and hope. Light, love

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The elements in me

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