three in poems
- Jan. 20, 2019, 9:38 p.m.
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help me discover myself
in the void of the world i need to hear your voice. an anchor.
spreading wings with plucked feathers scattered on the sacred ground where you stand
steady, stoic face and hungry eyes
reach into me
nurture the seed of love you planted in barren soil now fertile
hidden roots take hold until i am
pregnant with your possibilities
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