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
Showing posts with label spoken word poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spoken word poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, October 2, 2010
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