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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