I am the brown, wet earth
under her feet, the wind
that stokes a tongue of fire.
I am the flowing water
that knows her, I'm the water
that carves the wide earth
into valleys. She's a fire
that feeds on a hot wind
and glows. I am a winding
bayou that houses water
from a cloud. She's on fire
cleansing the humble earth
completely.
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