My sweet Mother Gaia, you hear me.
I am sure that
you have me in your heart.
Your large icarian wings
are not made of wax.
They are braided with tamata (votives)
And prayers.
Inside the world's
wet alleys you searched for me.
With the smile of the mother.
With the advice of the old woman.
I was not finding consolation and a goal.
My mute soul
filled with hope by the laughter of the child.
Of your own [child] and those of the world.
Your image is a signpost.
Always bright.
Hold me tightly because I want.
To come closer to me.
To the face [person] that you see.
Clean of egoism and "want."
About the Creator
BHUMI
Turn every second into a moment of happiness.
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By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
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This poem is like a nice warm hug filled with hope
💖This poem is truly striking; I could feel a sense of reverence from the very first line. Your love for Mother Gaia is palpable, especially through your use of Assonance which gives the verses a warm, melodic quality.