Poetry

Garden

Love came.

Planting a seed.
Bearing a child and womanhood.

Carrying nature’s sweetness in breasts and a portal in hips.

Love came.

Planting a seed.

Growing above and below with passion for life.

Love came.

Planting a seed.

Honored for existing.

Love came and never left.

Nameless and ever changing. Love came.

Planting seeds for the garden of my soul.

 

April 5, 2017

 

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