Marta Mueller Poems

a priest and a priestess
above the ruins of a destroyed world
silent, without words
ask God
...

likewise
as useless to regret that
the adult child
baby days are gone permanently
...

shaman are my ancestors
severe storm clouds
opulent winds
I find peace
...

throw off the masks!
slay from yourselves
if they increased unto you!

where you are,
...

could only give me something
in my life
who did not want
to take advantage of
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