i am the child of the rolling fields / raised by gentle cradle of the seas / bare feet splashing in the water’s heart / arching sails and hills rise from afar / kiss me softly, oh crooning firs
i am the little girl of the wolves / those which hold daring in their eyes and mischief in their souls/ slinking body commanding a legend / pour the saftevand into sparkling cups / the dogs we take along the villages / be calm, young daughter / your family’s name is all that you are
i am the daughter of downtown’s farmer’s market / olive tree branches stretched above / fluffy snow to brush my fingers / steam billows, warning, out of the kettle / dragonflies of white and green answer at my fingertips / iridescent wings beating at my fingertips / why do they only whisper to me?
i am the baby born from the sandstorms / and the rolling mountains rising beneath us / soaring eagles channel the air / lunar new year marks your old roots / there is an old-fashioned sword on the wall / greyhound racers conquer the dunes / muddled languages on your tongue / look far: will you see yourself?
All credit goes to sunny.v’s ‘elegant daughter of asia’. Its such a breathtaking piece, sorry for tweaking it horribly, but i’m in a patch of writer’s block and. I. Need. Some. Inspiration. Thank you, you fuzzlemuddle of a butterfly’s clear wings<333