echoes of love
inhaling
the naked truth
rooted
grounded
in the soil
of my ever blooming
beauty
infused
with love
dying new
into the
next opening
moment
alive
as my senses
tasting myself
rhapsodies
toning
the drums in my ears
tears rivering my cheeks
languages
spoken
in the tongues
of myself
never ending
echoes
of love
© Morgine Jurdan
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