A poem from Toulouse

To be in
Grace
A part of
Earth
Against
Rivers
Eyes on
Mountains
This sound
Is
Existing
Me,
On the branch
What a
Song
My limbs go
Deep
In fertile
Soil.
My,
This is
Wonder
To exist

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