I am me and my poetry,
For whatever That is worth,
I love to feel, the words that heal,
The palpitating Earth,
The Earth where All that lives begins,
The Mother of all living things,
Of all that's given birth.
I love the trees that make us breath,
The red rose passion that does bleed,
I love the Ocean, the salt breeze,
All satisfy my every need.
The trees, the rose, the ocean blue,
The Earth makes all of this come true!
And poetry, my love for you,
Life's miracle begins anew.
This is my Romance with the Earth,
Source of my strength and my rebirth.
The palpitating Earth That line was no sad still birth! She's a big round one but I still love her! *fun! Loved it!
Sandra, this also happens with me. This is my Romance with the Earth, Source of my strength and my rebirth.- - - - - - - - - lines to be remembered.
In times in which I am frustrated and angry with myself and everyone, I find peace in the simples places of earth. Your romance with the earth, is something I appreciate and understand. Lovely read, the pagan in me blossoms to these words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The trees, the rose, the ocean blue, The Earth makes all of this come true Then the wind, the mud, the dew, the sun caressing the deepest blue... * *