In the COAL,
In the ASH,
There lies my soul...
In the WATER,
In the STREAM,
In the RIVER,
There I dream...
In the EARTH,
In the GROUND,
In NATURE'S
Where I'm safe and sound...
In the AIR,
In the BREEZE,
On the WIND,
Is where I'm free.
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Wow, where do I start? I'll start with the fact that I feel most at peace out in the bush on a cool, crisp night, bonfire crackling by a trickling stream. Sometimes I like my own company, other times the company of those who mean the most to me; that is, my closest friends, and my incredible boyfriend. I suppose, for me, this poem is simply a reflection of the softness I keep hidden under my spiky shell of sarcasm and death-glares. Poetry, and in the company of those I love most in the world seem to be the only places I reveal this softer side. So here she is, my inner self, represented as best I can with my current writing abilities. I hope I'm not a disappointment.
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