Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~Kahlil Gibran

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Everything

My footsteps, like drumbeats pound
heard for miles, through the ground


My hips swell and fall
as the tide, observed by all


My spine straight and strong
like the trees, moving upwards through the throng


My breath moves through me
thunderous as the wind, wild, free


My eyes open, expansive and wide
as the sky, full of tears yet cried


My heart glows bright as the sun
full of life, the start of deed yet done


I am everything and it is me
I am everything and all you see


Everything by Dakota Farley

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