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Being With Mother

Poetry By: OxannaRose

Tags: Nature, Beauty

Feelings about nature

Submitted:Oct 25, 2012    Reads: 15    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

Beneath Her watchful eyes I feel safe.

I rest my head against Her bosom

and I feel her heartbeat

Resonate within my very soul.

I feel the touch of her gentle hands

And Her tears drops fall upon my face.

Tears of joy

For I had returned to her embrace once again.


Oh mother.

How I wish I could see the beauty of your face

In the mountains

In the fields where the roses fill the wind with their sweet fragence.

How I wish I can hear your voice

in the rustling of the trees

And in the echoes that resound from your caves of wonder.

Always and forever more.


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