naturalness,
bare feet
bare visage
bare……being me.
Sumptuous curling
of toes in lush, damp
grass, rejoicing in
natural gifts, abundance of healing.
Storms raging within
and without, a tribute
to lifes many miracles abound.
A soul soaring
a soul set free,
to dance with nature….
The surreal beauty.
©️PSA 25/6/20.
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