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Part 2- My Flowers of my Soul
My nine month term was finally here. Summer was gently approaching. It was still hot on the East of the continent I reside. My mate and I had come together to pick up the first flower. We walked it seemed like every road and hill to reach our destination. Once we retrieved our first rose and walked toward the main way. Now, we have arrived back to the hut. I feel my soul start to send a message to the body and mind. It pronounced, "It's time, every system lock and load." I say, "my stomach acts of independent aches of agony.
" All of that walking then caused a reaction of my flower to see the sun at dawn instead of the 16th of the spring month May. Then I say to thy mate, "It's time to release the Z from my V. I call upon thy mother of gentleness over to assist in the sunrise of the seed. Repeat of my flowers of my soul. Hours pass of beautiful affliction. My body is though in a trans of warm water addiction. I yell, "I need to get in the bath NOW!!!!!"
Later, it is the time of moment to continue deep breathes and travel beyond the hut. Soon we meet nature's human form helpers to deliver my second seed that will see the light of Earth. As I soaked in the canal of ten minutes, I strained of vigorous distress. Next, my mate yells, " Push baby, push she's coming." My flower of my soul was sharing the Earth with no air and then...She looks and cries deeply. We all smiled for the flower of my soul as she roams nature with beauty of survival here on EARTH!
" All of that walking then caused a reaction of my flower to see the sun at dawn instead of the 16th of the spring month May. Then I say to thy mate, "It's time to release the Z from my V. I call upon thy mother of gentleness over to assist in the sunrise of the seed. Repeat of my flowers of my soul. Hours pass of beautiful affliction. My body is though in a trans of warm water addiction. I yell, "I need to get in the bath NOW!!!!!"
Later, it is the time of moment to continue deep breathes and travel beyond the hut. Soon we meet nature's human form helpers to deliver my second seed that will see the light of Earth. As I soaked in the canal of ten minutes, I strained of vigorous distress. Next, my mate yells, " Push baby, push she's coming." My flower of my soul was sharing the Earth with no air and then...She looks and cries deeply. We all smiled for the flower of my soul as she roams nature with beauty of survival here on EARTH!
Published 19th Aug 2015
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19th Aug 2015 3:01am
Omgoodness! Another lol bambino
Already!? Dagg lady you don't mess around! lol congrats again! :)
Already!? Dagg lady you don't mess around! lol congrats again! :)
22nd Aug 2015 5:35am
My dear friend my children are 5 yrs old and 3 yrs old. I feel bad because I should have been wrote poems dedicated to them. However, I can admit I had lost touch with my true self for a while. It took many spiritual guides to bring me back to my writing.
