Daughter of The Sun

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I make my journey,


searching for a place of growth,


I do not know the strength in me.


Though the quicksand takes my ankles.


I falter.


 


In turquoise and green,


I find you a spark of yellows,


of brightness you venture round the corner.


I hesitate to bring you with me, a smile.


I settle.


 


Like clay I mould and stretch,


together we get stuck.


Though I can feel a change, I'm growing.


Tangible and strong, you support.


I find my feet.


 


We know not what will come after,


diagrams and reflections, I follow your sparks.


I find my yellows, with strength I carry them with me.


So that I can journey alone.


I grow.

Created: Jan 23, 2012

Tags: independent poetry

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