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~ Poetry by me ~

 

Jord

Nothing is wasted on me -
I give, and receive, and recycle.
Even you.
Hills and barrows, my breasts
From which volvas rise,
Breaking my skin
To talk to those still above.

Foolish though you are,
I am fond of you all;
You are me, in a way, after all.
I loathe to let my children leave -
The pull of my gravity, motherly strings.
And when you feel proud
As you travel to Mani
Remember this:
He, too, revolves around me.


Michaela Macha


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