Mother Earth
white ruffles at her sleeves
accenting an endlessly flowing aqua
on her chest
green, red, and brown beads
dot the crevices of
her gown
while a contrasting blue of light
strings through the seams
of her glory
she does not wear shoes
for she would not know how to wear them
as she floats between
anywhere and just beyond the next breath
her crown
the color of deep dark thought
but then as she turns you see
the reflections of endless
techni-color pearls
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2 comments:
Que bellisima, mija! Me encanta mucho la poema. Amor Sci-Fi Sistah
a mi me gusta mucho tambien!
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