One with the soil,
Even with the dust,
Composition of poise,
Words of love...
I've got to apologise to the sea gods,
For how much I took and how less I gave,
I want to return to the planet in which I was born,
It seems it was there my soul was engraved...
The core of the earth,
Near the equator,
Words well preserved,
One with their creator.
It's a thing about your genes,
It's a thing about your chromosomes and autosomes,
It's a thing about your dreams,
It's about the strength of your bones.
The pen didn't leave their hands till midnight,
Their weapon was their pen,
Their pen was their light,
Their pen was their enlightenment.
Rocks on the sand,
Stretched within serenity,
Basked in this golden land,
The epitome of beauty!
Picture from the net.
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