by MAE
My body wrapped in cloth,
Vision wrapped in flesh but
I can still see. It’s light outside.
Bare soles on wet soil, the petals,
The sun kiss, cactuses and red wine.
I am safe at last, cradled in nature’s arm.
But the hour becomes a whisper, then
A murmur, then a shout for paradise
Is not eternal. Everything turns to liquid.
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