The wilderness beckons,
it beckons with the crisp wind carrying the scent of the birches,
it doesn’t mask it’s call behind a manicured flower wall,
It states it desire, simply;
The open sky embraces the Earth,
its embrace shielding Earth from the coldness of space,
It doesn’t hide the heat at the very center of a molten core,
It lets the sparks fly, vividly;
~Rishika Sudhir Dhody
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