No older than before, I wait…
Hands sticky with longing
And potential… I have begun again.
There is a name for me now
Though I have forgotten it… I wait.
My face is young, my words unformed.
Embrace me Earth, I am your daughter
Come home once more. Whisper to
Me so that when my voice comes
I shall sing of you.
©2003 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy
Birth
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Gloria Lynn Henry
Sep 11, 2009
Labels: Birth
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