#CelestialTouch

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Silk whispers on moonbeam thighs, electric jellyfish tango in neon honey. Dripping stardust, lips like wildfire, chaos melts in sugar storms. Velvet echoes, fingertips painting invisible symphonies on bare constellations. Scream in color, taste the forbidden thunder. 🌙🔥💋

[chardaearchive]

The Soul of the Earth by Chardae Hilson

Rain drops fall like petals of moonstone,

their cyclindrical shape cannot help but to combust,

losing all form at its meeting with the windows sill.

The trip down blurred glass is almost whimsical,

melancholy in its melding nature.

To dissemble and form again into something bigger, more whole, and entirely more mobile,

again, and again, and again.

The fluidity of water is awe inspiring,

the constant cycle of falling and moving,

becoming undone just to become done again,

It is a marvel to know

that this same water touched the skin and the lives of those from worlds before.

To be touched by water is to be touched by God

and to experience the soul of the Earth.

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This poem was created after a particularly meaningful day sitting on the rocks and staring into the depths of lake Michigan. As always, this content is only for the purpose of your reading enjoyment as well as the portrayal of my skill as a writer. Do not reproduce or repurpose under any circumstances.

Best,

Char