Earth MotherA Poem by MOONTo all the nurturers out there.In the morn she would be weaving delicate tales In the furthest flung sorrow soothing wounds that ails Fly high your golden ocean flags bring in the whales Nurturing the dewdrops of heaven she unveils Every secret chamber of your heart, ship sails Should you slip and slide she erects silver steel rails Touching minds and souls forever she never fails Paradise lies at the feet of thy mother, holy grails © 2012 MOONReviews
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