Her Skin

She is scarred with lightning bolts
that have struck each side of her hips.
Upon her breasts lay
glowing hills that stretch to the sky
and crash down to the oceans.
The life she bears is in awe
of the sceneries she carries.
From glistening rivers
that flow East to West,
To the steady currents of the wind
that rage from the North to the South.
For her skin
is the resting place
of all natural phenomenons.
Her skin;
the resting place of all things beautiful.

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