Somehow I've always been drawn
to naked people
with naked hearts
Those not dressed
with the artificials of this world
not embellished with pride
disarmed of self preservation
vanity and all else
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I find they are simple
simple, as taking a breath
These barefoot wayfarers
always stand out to me
in their admirable humility
They are my tribe
for they feel natural
and genuine against my skin
like rose gold cashmere
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They embody evermore rarities
to which my being aspires
in their virtuous accessibilities
that ever appear
tried and tested
and never tiring
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Author:
Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
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