The Seedling is peeping.
The seedling is peeping
Out of the womb, how the
creation is
How the air is blowing
How the dawn and dusk are
there
Before every dawn
Her mother will feed and fly
To runway to arrange food
After every dusk
She will play with parents
Then her mother will enfold
her
In breast to make her sleep
When the moon will be
over
night
Parents will be embracing
For a new creation
The seedling is peeping
Posing for a twin life
together
Of different gender,
inerrable
For a better creation
She is peeping, how
mystic aura adjure
natal flow of life
like the fire
like the air
like the water
act together
She is peeping out of the
womb
For a new morning
When her cry will break
Silence of nature.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
a very emotionally engaging and enjoyable work.
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