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Earth-Jeny Musselman


I am apart of you.


I am apart of the rain,

the tall mountains, and shallow plains.

I am apart of the blue sky,

The warm sun that radiates your skin.


I am apart of the flowers,

That grow with sweet bliss;

Letting off a sweet odor

And wild vibrant of colors.


I am apart of the fields

Of open grass that grows tall;

Apart of the trees that fall

Only to sprout again.


I am apart of you,

When you embrace

Me with soft touches

And humankind like me

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