Primoridal sun,

sinks into my flesh–

the ancient battle

between life and death.

The Earth breathes

with a windy caress,

and today we are one–

here in the wilderness.

How delicate life can seem,

when considering the frailty in a flower’s dream.

How dangerous life is,

when standing close to an edge.

Distant and cold has humanity become,

to the forests and tides

of the primordial sun.

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