I come from

green blades

over brown mountainous territory

of breasts

and hips

and lips

spilling coffee sips

I come from

salty dew droplets

in early mornings

and the latest of nights

of waiting...

of wanting...

of worries...

humming stories

I come from

ten magic wands

weaving cotton white

and black fluffs

and strings

and things of grass-

-land, sand, seeds and stone

that fed strong bones

striding--

gliding in golden sunsets

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