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Touching Down

Making landfall. That first contact.

The discovery of a new world.

Our first steps onto wild earth.

You breathe me in like the first signs of spring after a long winter.

A whisper like a rumble of thunder in the distance.

A sign that lighting is sure to strike.

And when it did you were burned inside of me for good.

Persistently, relentlessly, eternally.

I can always smell the fire, I can always feel the lines etched under my skin.

#poetry #life #truth #love © Elizabeth McLaughlin


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