Birthed from

Thorn lined womb

But kept rose

colored view

 

 

 

Love floats like

Gentle summer

Breeze, but

It’s not for me

 

 

 

Concrete jungle

Waves of violence

Blood splashed streets

Reality hits

 

 

 

 

Images split

Once believed

No longer seen

Life inspired visions

 

 

 

 

Tree root Feet

Grounded, Mother

Earth whispers

Despierta* to me

 

 

 

 

* wake up

¿Pensamientos? (thoughts)

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