Earth

by Michèle Nardelli

By Michèle NardelliPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Warm between my toes,

drawing me down to dust.

Divine destiny.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Michèle Nardelli

I write...I suppose, because I always have. Once a journalist, then a PR writer, for the first time I am dabbling in the creative. Now at semi-retirement I am still deciding what might be next.

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