Beat Sweet

The Earth grows Her followers.

They watch Her like mystics,

Tripping in the sun Sahara...

Marching to a drumbeat

Happenstance your heartbeat,

Radiating from tall trees.

Listening so suredly,

Beyond Beauty in eon complete...

Kissing my slippery feet.

And when I get up that tree,

I will kiss your heart back,

And so She will end the world...

Again.

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