21/7/2021
dancing barefoot on scorching sands baked under the sun;
participating in a ritual of my very own creation in an attempt to get closer to nature--
--to burn as she does in this cauldron-like season; let my hair touch the grassy lands,
let their blades stick on me, and adorn my frail body in all shades of green!
oh what an arcadian dream!
as I swim in the zephyr-stricken seas and let the waves carry me like they're being carried
by the winds; an odic like life for me to begin!
that's my greatest longing.
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