Gentle Earth, and you
Inseparable, no?
If made, as meant for
Why shun? Enjoy.
With each rushy breeze
Of its embrace
Lover's, perfume-filled
Lover's revives
Hilled and coastally
Opes wide its arms
Feeling that rapport
Instinct. Not coy!
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