HomeostasisA Poem by Olivia R.H.Wisconsin, my home, is like one body to me. This is my love, and my defense, of its beauty.
And have they seen the aster's face,
heard the bluestem bow-legs in the breeze? And have they tracked the bicep of Devil's bluffs, glossed ferns growing from rock knees? And have they trilled with pasture red-wings, breathed epidermis mint coating land's blood-loam? If not, they're naught but unworthy body to doctor judgment for my home.
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1 Review Added on July 13, 2021 Last Updated on July 13, 2021 AuthorOlivia R.H.Madison, WIAboutI'm a young writer who loves coffee, reading, writing, hiking, running, dancing, trying different cuisines, eating almost anything that's chocolate, and playing the piano! I also love Spanish and cann.. more..Writing
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