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I came seeking mother…she is gone

I have felt love from the wind

Touching gently on a warm day

Moving the hair on my nature’s skin

Stroking…gentle in a healing way

I have tasted the love of the sea

I have been held in her embrace

Moving, strong, supporting me

Wiping tears from my face

I have warmed in the love of the sun

Bare skin blushing at this unfamiliar smile

The sweat as I burn begins to run

Will I stay another while

I cannot feel the love of the land

She needs time to heal, she weeps

These people, fearing death

Wound their mother deep

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