Mother Nature’s Flower Buds
When receiving the gift from Mother Nature and father of blessing,
It’s hard sometimes to spare the souls that are nurtured.
I vomit the comments of every morning, and
Sleep the evenings and nights till dusk.
The color of my flowers are changing from dim to a bright light of roses,
that were held to the sun of ages. My feet, trampled upon, by two beast,
until I feel a pulse, a heartbeat in my feet.
My love for things has change. Do I still love them, or have I found the
Thought to love things that were never loved by me?
The feelings of my mate feeling me up with his precious seeds of life…
“Oh my Mother Nature, I’m PREGANT!!”
Black Heath Oct 08
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