I’m getting in touch
With my feminine side
The dappled sunlight
Of a forest glide
The burnt sienna
Of a summer’s morn
The intricate pastels
Of a Tuscan dawn
I’m getting in touch
With my feminine side
I like conversation
Not here for the ride
An Aussie white wine
A dawn chorus of birds
A gentle compromise
Not bitter words
I’m getting in touch
With my feminine side
Sugar and spice
And swallow my pride
All things nice
On my feminine side
The wind it turns
And In I glide.
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