By Pauline SaadeWaiting while the season pass
a circular motion of time
The earth speaks beneath my bare feet with a pulse of petals and orgasmic fragrance
The spring is here a time of rejuvenation
She calls to me with a rhythmic dance
a splash of vibrant colors dress her after a cold harsh winter
The time is here she's only looking forward
She'll gather her beauty and strength gifting her children with abundance.
By Pauline Saade
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