Dance
of the elements
Great mother to all
sustainer of life you give
depleted you fall
It blows, blows again,
on wings of it's song you dance
no smile from your face
Dance, dance, dance, oh flame
for the air shall blow as wind
hence, your dance shall end
The universe cries
her teardrops return as rain
a witness to pain
About the Creator
Pamela Walsh-Holte
Retired social worker seaking to find my name among the "Chreators we are Loving", but alas it has not been so. Be still my heart, do not despair, your day may come...Until then I wait, anticipating some, be it ever so slight, recognition.
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Words of wisdom. The lovely elements.