Thunders and Sun
i don't know much about the seasons
that blankets over my living days
at times they breath in extravagant joy between my breasts
at times fear slithers through these plackets of garment
adorned on my skin like colourful ornaments on Christmas
of thunders and Sun
never bland
a taste of what is done and is to come
pain teaches me empathy
joy teaches me love
of flesh and blood only human
but i do know a little about people
the stories they share astounds me
being part of it brings a greater meaning to it
for they birth eternal memories
rooted to the minute vessels of my mind
the person i am today
sands of the path walked by my kind
greets my skin as I burry my feet into the wet shores
imprinting my footprints onto history
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