
In the fire of a rainstorm
I went searching for you
But the dead bones of our ancestors
Tripped up my feet
And then I found myself
Running on quicksand
It pulled me into the deep
Where I strugglimg to hold myself
And not disappear inside the force of your passion
Fed on mother loss
There in the shadows of your soul
Live humger and anger
Covering so much sorrow
All I can do is weep for our orphan state
Lost in a rainstorm
Sruggling to find our way
Home to love
beautiful! I love this!
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Deb,
This is exquisite!
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Oh bless it just appeared yesterday full sprung while having my cup of coffee had to write it down quickly before i lost it.. so glad you like it. xo
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Wow! That’s impressive!
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