I swallow the seeds
spilling
warm sea in my womb
bless my body
- a child -
untouched by sorrow
bestowed from darkness to light
through slumbering fog
hear my plea
heal bleeding pain
i'm weary but hopeful
when will our child of love be born?
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Posed for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Punam. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, slumber. Thanks for the visits and comments.
