The moon dances in shadow and light
Across the damp midsummers night
An angel passes over the hills
In a skirt of green grasss and white daffodils
Her pastal wings blend with hues of dark red
She soars like the wind toward a path up ahead
Quickly she fades the fairies take over
Lush pregnant glades and fields of white clover
Their wee voices moan like the mummer of crickets
Or the sad song of doves in the thickets
The music it streams from out of the wild
To enter the dreams of a sleeping child.
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I'ts a matter of describing abortion in a less evil image.
A heartbreaking t r a g e d y, abortion. Deciding who lives, who dies, for c o n v e n i e n c e ' s sake: I used to think abortions were okay, if the mother's life was in danger, but have come to believe that a baby is a baby the s e c o n d it's conceived, NOT a fetus. A real life...and what's worse, late term abortions. Doctors performing ANY abortions should be tried for MURDER. Because it is. Heartwrenching, powerful poem and image, well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Continue to be a voice for those who HAVE NO CHOICE
A poetic accomplishment duly performed.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Regis
thanks for sharing
love and peace