The sunshine
Caressing my hair
The wind
Kissing my skin
The touch
Of the rain
Over my unclothed
Soul
And the sound
Of your awakened heart
Inside my scars...
Bring me your smile
The rose of your lips
And the garden
Planted by your hands!
Breaking Water
Motherhood is like that winter storm When everything comes to a halt And no one knows what to expect And things are done, when they are don...
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