The Cooked Earth, poetry by DedHedpoet at Spillwords.com

The Cooked Earth

The Cooked Earth

written by: DedHedpoet

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I like to stay in the dream-state
You’re like the warm sun on my face
I am your coolness, your moon at night
do you believe a song can transport you to another time and place?
I do.

These nights of mashugana
we roamed, hearts wild
seeking each our treasure
whether toil or pleasure
under starlight or street
our roots go deep.

Formed out of this red clay
terra cotta people
we dance in the kitchen
we shuffle on past
the kettle whistles, “Helllppp!”
I like to stay in the dream-state.

Dedhedpoet

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Dedнedpoeт™ ιѕ Aυтнor Andrea Travιѕ. I aм a ғreelance wrιтer and poeт. I ѕтυdy poeтry and proѕe. I aм cυrrenтly worĸιng on a ғew ιdeaѕ ғor тнeмe вaѕed poeтry collecтιonѕ. My paѕѕιon ιѕ wrιтιng and I lιve тo тoυcн тнe нearтѕ oғ oтнerѕ. I ѕearcн тнe ѕoυl ғor wнaт connecтѕ υѕ all. Wнιcн I вelιeve тo вe wordѕ.
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