The young move through,
Like wrecking balls,
Clearing, tilling, plowing, sowing, reaping,
And that’s the way it goes.
Published by Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
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