Riding in the back of a truck
where gypsy music
soothes in the background
Wind blows strings of hair
across my face
covering my sight
and so I close my eyes
as I feel the breeze
smell the scents of grassy roots
hear the Sea,
waves crashing
Carried by blistered feet
due to
two days
of barefoot walks across the land
town,
garden,
lava,
pavement,
tile
and wooden floors
I wait for the strengthened callouses to form
The soles of my feet have wandered
streets
homes of magical
Spirits
We arrive to the sweet wooden
Medicine cabin
where air flows smoothly
through our lungs
At night, the lights around the bed
light our dreamy state
oh and when we wake,
it is to the morning rays
shining through the leaves
of the fruity trees
or to the raining sky
pouring love onto the land!
Author: Dani Grageda
Email: [email protected]
Author Bio: Words flow through me to be written.
May these words transport you to Space
May these words shift you in some way
Follow along on a journey of Remembrance!
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