PostpartumA Poem by PeteWe are ever dying to one world and being born into another. - Thoreauin a lucullan filiation of eternity an unequivocal nascency of existence the seed of yet another immaculate conception was planted an undeniable gestation of truth the copulation of a capricious creation a dawn of divinity strained with the stretchmarks of faith bearing down with the labor pains of latent prayers the night was barefoot and pregnant with a new daybreech or fully within reach what can i say you know the way © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on November 8, 2020 Last Updated on November 13, 2020 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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