Where Are My People From?

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I’d be there, where the deep-wells are made.
I’d be right beside the silent nights.
I’d be there before the highest heights of dust.

 

A place where paper cranes are hailed.
Across Argentina, Africa where God makes new plains.

Hearts are cased in bone. For those who own
hearts must be wise. And wisest still, the one who knows.

The beginning of stillness.
The latter days of old.
The smiles of the children.

And the desire of desires in the soul.~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley

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Published by: Visionariekind

Krissy Mosley is a story-teller. Recalling history to build bridges of peace. A folklorist to bring sounds of joy and healing vibrations. Krissy Marie is a writer /feminist, mother advocating for change surrounding women’s rights and women's’ issues.

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