MOTHER

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Submitted Date 09/18/2019
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She calls to me in the breeze
Sending whispers of who I am
As I'm high in the trees
My feet caught in the sand

I feel her beneath my fingers
The essence of her scent
And in my soul lingers
The beauty of her sense

Through the tears in my eyes
The clearer I now see
Through the fog of lies
For her light makes me free

Her soul rushes from her stones
Swirling through my hands
And now I know
That she truly understands

And now I feel you
And now I sense you
Now you are real
You are no more concealed

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