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Wounded Earth

I climb up the ropes of golden rays    
and perch upon the crescent moon.  
My legs dangling,
splish-splashing water of dreams... †  
I lie supine with my head resting on my hands, †
smiling blissfully, soaking up the golden confetti gently falling on me. †  
I turn around and †  
look down. † †
Awestruck by the magnificent †  
beauty of the blue emeraldó †  
the earth, our mother earth, †  
in her full glory and splendour. †  
But concealing the cuts and wounds †  
given by the fruits of her womb. † †
A story being written in blood, †  
foretelling her doom...
MysticalRose
Written by MysticalRose
Published | Edited 15th May 2019
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