23.10.2024
When in the morning when the rain is due I sit in silent concentration of you, The Mother of all and yet my mother too, Discarding in us the old for the new. These boundless years you have held me tight Through numerous wrongs and occasionally a right, Against the many demons bade me fight That I rise above the chaos of the night. Now with age I call you as before Though ever young I need you even more. I am not concerned what the future holds in store, For I know that you are seated in my core.
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