I am not the woman
You see standing here.
I am the woman with wild hair
Dancing with souls
Of forgotten flowers.
I am completely human
Alive, real and wild
No longer tamed
Isolated
Domesticated
Or restrained.
I am free
Belonging only to the
Garden of the earth.
To look in my eyes
Is to face your self.
I am the sunshine
Touching your bare skin.
© 2010 Desert Dreamer
Tucson Mountains sunset view
Last of the Fall leaves
1 day ago
2 comments:
Hello Desert Dreamer! Can I reproduce this poem on Wit's End with a link back to your blog? I like it!! You can write me at witsendnj@yahoo.com.
Thanks
Gail
This is definitely my favourite of your poems here, DD.
Keep 'em coming! :)
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