releasing & growing

poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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What is a Woman If not the Crucible of Creation? If not an Expansion and extension of God? of green and gold Rivers spun in violet leaves, Spilling from them fountains of Youth, Radiance and Grapes, Biofluorescent Love spun into Skin, Illuminated with the breath that was blown into Us, by She, and He, and […]