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At last, the fruits of my labor. The assortment of produce is tender, sweet, patient, divine. I feel rare, as a sacred gem - becoming; unearthed by universal intention.
By The River Miaabout a year ago in Poets
She burns for revenge Flames of desire, blazing bright A woman of fire
Rocks in many shapes. Geology, study of time Our past embedded Water in physics We see rain, think of oceans. Light springtime showers
Water flows in time A dreamy liquid landscape Rippling, twinkling bright
Even as a shadow. Blazing bird conjured cinders, Rise from ocher smoke
Fluid as the wind, infused with harmony. Gift your wings freedom.
Go on, burn awhile. Flames awaken the ashes, Lightning - summons soul.
My fount spring of life, guard your heart with vigilance. From it all you're flows.
Bellowing gusts sweep Whispered, "come away with me." Gift your wings freedom.
Womb of Mother Earth - Fertilize my blossoming. "Surrender to me."
Earth awakens, lush. Spring blossoming, branches sway. Chirping birds sing joyfully.
Rain taps the window Softly, like a lullaby Pitter-Patter, hush
