My voice has joined the heavy cow skins -I can feel the earth. I’ve fought so hard not to fight. And yet this mud is cold. We are sinking and rising until (the earth) has had enough. I was told there are no cures for suffering. Desperate to be good, to be whole, to be found.
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And fight we must – it is our mandate!
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indeed
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Now this is poetry that hits your soul.
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awe- thank you kindly, Eshe Akinyi
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I miss it when I don’t get a chance to visit here.
Hugs My friend.
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awe- so kind Sarah’s Attic of Treasures- thank you- my friend blessings to you…
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HUGS
God Bless You this coming week.
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What a powerhouse.
Faith in ourselves and each other makes us strong.
Belief in our fundamental worth as human beings makes us well even when we are
ill.
I agree with Sarah…I miss it when I don’t get a chance to come here and read your work…
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awe- thank you Robertm Goldstein and I’ll be sure to ck out the award thank you for thinking of this little blog -blessings
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