Rose button, on the green grass. Coloured hope.
The grey and cold evening, soon will oxidize it.
Crystal like dew, drop of light, clear stream
Arduous sun will soon transform it in beam.
Light blue angel, cloudy wings, face unnamed.
By Limbic justice in Paradise will be embraced.
A poor childish - mom accompanied it
A high - class lady has denied it.
No one loves the little thing.
They have not compassion
for a human being.
From intimate
growing
legitimate
roaring
liberate
her
body.
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Dynamic write! Very powerful , Maria. I also write for the children. Some can't speak for themselves. Thank you for being their voice.
Many blessings,
~Linda