Oh, Child

A Oh, Child Oh, Child, How you hold your form. Soul of infant stars Ready to go nova. Bud of tree Rooting in familiar soil Infusing wisdom. Hatchling of hope, Fledging of wing, Seeking flight to All. Leaf, spring green, Uncurling for air With perfect fingers. Pure soul, Chaste stream, How you feed life, How... Continue Reading →

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