Pretending Like You
This Gentle Earth
A crushed pomegranate now in the form of a seed. Planted I grew into a stalk of wheat. To touch the air and so the breeze. A gentle form thus now complete. In time to stand between broad light. I bend and touch the earth. A grasp that’s firm and true I try. In steadfast waves of mirth am I. In time I too may bend and break. Becoming something new. The time of day into the night. Yet, still my aim stays true. So when the sleeve of wheat is changed. Into another worth. Then say another part is born. Upon this gentle earth. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
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Indigo Fairy
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Pretending Like You
The sandy path touched my toes and wrapped its goodness all around them. Sinking deep into it I played there games of pretend. The butterflies flapping their white wings above me. Beckoning me to chase them. Later on I dug the sand from my toes and tasted it with my fingers. The goodness now wrapped all around my tongue. Pearly little specks of sand. Gritty stuff in my mouth. I went back down that sandy path. whenever I could to pretend some more. Even today I go there. Pretending like you. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
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