Nurture the soul,
In your layers!
The mossy, intricate ones
Peeling through the woods.
The trees, the creeks,
And pretty beaks
Crooning Idylls.
Bathe in the froth
Of Sapphire oceans
Licking the salt off lips!
Frolicking in waves
Of perfect bliss.
Feasting the senses
On saturated hues
The reds, the muds
The greens the seas!
In your layers!
The mossy, intricate ones
Peeling through the woods.
The trees, the creeks,
And pretty beaks
Crooning Idylls.
Bathe in the froth
Of Sapphire oceans
Licking the salt off lips!
Frolicking in waves
Of perfect bliss.
Feasting the senses
On saturated hues
The reds, the muds
The greens the seas!
I love the way your poem started. Intrigued w/ your line, the reds, the muds... muds? Like, real mud, or brown, earth tones?
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