When I Look at me.

If could remember, my hands are webbed for speed and my spine flexible. If could press down in the earth and accept all that is me. Then I would know from whence I came. Golden…

Source: When I Look at me.

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2 responses to “When I Look at me.

  1. Oh wow! Thank you kindly for posting my poem here – blessings to you…

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