I am me
Myself and I
I am the sun
Golden wings increasing the reflection of my own
Light by a thousand times
I am the moon
Pulsating the heartbeat of the sea
Speaking starset
Like a true linguist
As if I was one with them
Already
From birth.
I am the light, pure and untainted
By the diseases manufactured
Even if, at times, I feel they want me
Manufactured in china
I am the night, mysterious and an alien
An alien from the planet mars
An underground paradise
Red waters and glittering caverns
Gems and minerals to last forever.
About the Creator
Melinda Jewett
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