HUGGING EARTH
Who found me
in the forest,
hugging earth?
Only small red lines
on skin -
left - to signify pain.
Who found torn skin,
soiled clothes –
who searched through
fallen – limbs,
whose feet touched mud,
moved dead leaves
kicked pebbles?
With clean soules you
walk across clean white
floors. . .
to stare
into vacant eyes, as
you stand behind glass.
No one understood -
hugging earth.
Nancy Duci Denofio all material
copywrited by author
DID YOU EVER WONDER WHAT BROUGHT YOU HERE?
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