BeginningA Poem by Beatrice MarsWe are anything,
The beginning, We are the drop that Makes the ripples, Bottom and never see The end result.
And our children will be The (middle) rain, Droplets in a pool, Dew on grass that coats The wet earth that Feeds life.
We will become one And disappear into -
[end] © 2011 Beatrice Mars |
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1 Review Added on May 3, 2011 Last Updated on May 5, 2011 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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