Lady With Soul Poem by Mark Garcia Quintero
Lady With Soul
the mud was wet,
seeping down the blades of grass,
Lilly pads gliding,
spiders spun webs,
like string glass,
coyotes, weeping mad,
the Mexican lady with a soul in the ground,
GOD TAKE ME TO YOUR HOLY TOWN,
please take me now...
Thursday, March 22, 2012
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5/4/2024 3:35:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow...I could feel that as I read it... [3