Pastel Planet

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Poetry / White

Oh green, you fill the air I breathe;
So wet, and alive, your form.

Oh blue, that fills the grounds below,
how alive you keep its brown.

Oh white above, how wide you reach,
how warm, your cold embrace.

On a summer morn,
I feel the winter chill

In the sun,
I feel the moon.

Oh Earth, so bountiful,
yet reserved, and without–
care and love,
from all beings down here.

I’ll bring you healing,
and help us grow–
old together,
in days of yore.

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25. Living large. You control how you make another feel, don't take that for granted. Peace, Love, and Positivity.

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