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Bleeding Ground

When the ground speaks whispering deepest of sorrows

Seeking release of the wounds long held for others


Seeped into soil, morphed into stone held until a daughter came home

Gold & greed begat fear & blood

Peaceless, restless, still

waiting

Rain washes blood

Wind blows dust-to-dust into the distance

But the horror men do to others is held in the heart of the Mother

until a breath of relief is sighed across time and bridged

reborn.

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