Nature - Poem by Rebecca Stansfield
Nature relies on me,
what to submit and how it's essence plays in my ears.
How in my heart I listen,
the thrill in which I'm thinking of,
a cannon movement in an all field of swaying lullabies,
of a love absent from dramatic ties.
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