*the Primordial Gate Poem by Linda Moore

*the Primordial Gate

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swings wide into tomorrow, locks tight on yesterday
Ancestry born of hate, anger, sorrow and dismal dismay
Enslaved, the body and the mind
Through the opening expand, no longer confined

Saturday, August 29, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: ancestry,anger,hate,sorrow
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