Drops drip to kiss soft the tips of my toes
Dew rest weighty upon my body moist
Shadows play with light—the drum follows loud
Canopying leaves begin a Tribal Dance
And then God hugs me wild with His wind
(C) Emily Murphy - Sept. 18, 2011
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