Adverbally - Virginia Francisco


In the morning sun I royally rise.

In the distant stars I playfully twinkle.

In the ocean waves I gracefully dance.

In the strong wind I freely move.

In the red fire I wildly burn.

In the tiny lark I joyfully sing.

In the delicate flower I gently bloom.

In the solid mountain I firmly stand.

In the running water I fiercely flow.

In the vast sky I endlessly expand.

In the fleeting moment I repeatedly die.

In the new inhale I reliably return.

In each and every thing I really am.


 

 

 

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