Madre

My forest grows a tree

Roots caress the core

Wisdom floats in a breeze

I crave more

 

 

 

 

 

 

My mantra,  live

my life for me

Recovering and digging

No sacrifices and be free

 

 

 

Healing it away

All forgiven and clean

The sins of yesterday

begin to gleam

 

 

 

In your forest, plant

ten trees, Let’s fill this

world with love, joy,

happiness and everything

in between

¿Pensamientos? (thoughts)

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