She weaves the poems


Are you like the forest here

Blocking your roads and not welcoming me in,

Feeling of danger around me

Are your swamps filled with diseases

That I thought were buried

Snakes might be living there but I don’t know this place

And are those spiderwebs

There for me not to see through you.

Or are you simply grown in the way this soil grows her forests,

Not hostile to the branches of my tree

This soil in which you grew

Can also nurture me

And you will give me a sunny place for my roots to grow

And let me be


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