A Mother’s Cry

isabelmartinventura.comI fear not the
unfolding of
me.
I revel to
become the
One
who feels
within the
hands of
time
beauty in
His impassioned
cry.

I am the
fruit of
love’s
devise,
the torture
of a mother’s
womb
when longing to
fulfill
herself,
surrenders
to
the ocean’s
moon.

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