Here I am, barefoot in my shoes, walking through cottonwoods
to the sweet sound of running water — and I think,
The leaves and the breeze have given birth to a daughter.
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Here I am, barefoot in my shoes, walking through cottonwoods
to the sweet sound of running water — and I think,
The leaves and the breeze have given birth to a daughter.
[ 756 ]
Categories: New Poems & Pieces