Nicole McDonald Poems

She cuts, she bleeds,
the blood drips to her knees,
Drip, drip, drip, onto the ground,
Tap, tap, tap, but still no sound.
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Bringing forth the darkness unseen,
Making the lives of the mortal once been,
Creating the power of the silent goddess,
To have and to hold, to love and caress.
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The sea and I are one,
Ebbing and flowing through the journies of life.

The sky and I are one,
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