The Universe carries me in her bosom
She nutures me like a child
all my life.
She nurses me through the Yellow river and the Caspian sea
she feeds me from the fruits of her golden trees
I am clothed from her finest feathers and wool.
She often rocks me and sings through the wind
while I watch the sun and moon
my toys;
chase each other in the sky,
like an endless infatuation.
when silence comes to visit her
in his black overcoat,
My eyes would grow weary with sleep
and I'd dream that one day I would leave her.
Only my foot prints will be carved on her heart.
Tricia
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