My Mother, My SisterA Poem by The Poet of Black WingsFor all my complaining about mother earth, I know two things to be true. She is my home, and she is beautiful.
For all my spite toward man and her kind. For all my hatred all my talking. I know, that with her destructive nature. She is young and bright, and beautiful just like her mother, our home. And I know, that I must protect her, as well as mother. For I love them both. And they, my family, are all I really have. © 2014 The Poet of Black Wings |
StatsAuthorThe Poet of Black WingsAbouti hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..Writing
|