A place on this earth…
Has my name sketched on its perch.
Dawdle with time…
As I climb this vine.
Rising above…
The distance of love.
A place on this earth…
Has my name etched on its birth.
A journey to find…
What I claim to be mine.
Loses its lust…
As I wipe these cuts.
A place on this earth…
Has my name entrusted in its being.
Bound to my desires…
My heart pounds with fire.
Radiant in heat…
I must never be obsolete.
A place on this earth…
Is where I ground my feet.
beautifully said...love the last two lines!
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