This girl, she ragged daisy
not always well-tended.
This girl, she story of faith
birthed from battle scars
mirror of sacrament.
This girl, she hoarse heart,
begs deep alchemy.
This girl, she longs for sheltering nest
warm feathered bed
lush leafy canopy
soothing mama song
refreshing breeze
nourishing rest.
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Note: the prompt, "This girl, she …" is from our December Water Your Soul e-course by the lovely Liz Lamoreux
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