Root

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Undressed by the rain,
ancestors seem to whisper as they speak life into me —
ethereal and evergreen.
I wander free through the fog,
riding cycles of growth and decay,
shedding layers whilst forging paths through the dense forests of joy and melancholy, my seasons add light and dark to my taste.
Mind refreshed and body washed clean.
Lungs breathe the stars in through my skin.
Hands tucked deep into pockets full of solar powered soul —…

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Hey there - I'm D. Writer/Storyteller | Creative Non-Fiction | Poetry. I know a little Tai Chi - but my Kung Fu is weak. Email: dabboh76@outlook.com

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D. Abboh

D. Abboh

Hey there - I'm D. Writer/Storyteller | Creative Non-Fiction | Poetry. I know a little Tai Chi - but my Kung Fu is weak. Email: dabboh76@outlook.com