The Birth of this World
Peaceful sunshine over the mountains.
Through forest of trees.
Lovers dream.
Birds sing.
Freedom seems....
not so far away.
Ancient secrets lay in tombs.
Spiders weave deceptive webs.
A mother's womb.
Delicate - breaking.
Crying to the birth
of freedom and death.
What we see
we haven't seen yet.
Jay E. Campbell
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