In…Mother’s Nature, she keeps me

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In Mother’s Nature…

She keeps me gentle

She keeps me sapient

She keeps me legitimate

She keeps me with timeless testsshe keeps me 3

She keeps me with flesh

She keeps me with dignity

She keeps me shady

She keeps me with chemistry

She keeps me with fragile, breakable reverie

She keeps me

She keeps me

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…a most indulgent mother, has placed her best gifts out in the open, like air, water and the earth itself; vain and unprofitable things she has hidden away in remote places.
##Thomas More



Indigenous Friend

Deep profound appreciation in those aquatic eyes.

No malice fur-lined.

Indifference in disguise.

Whether, wild, untamed, feral.

No written word to suffice.

Only man-made gestures to make what is captivating…

more comforting.

Agreeable and nice.