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Gaia
Hours to minutes,
Minutes to hours,
Your life now in my hand,
From your first breath,
A pheonix death,
New life from grains of sand.
Your eyes a starlit wonder,
Your voice a soften tone,
That shakes the ground asunder,
And mortals to the bone.
Your hair,
As fair as flowers,
That blossom in the spring,
And fall on setting hours,
Where autumn starts to sing.
Forever among,
Of Maias young,
All seasons writhe within,
Your heart of everlasting love,
Born from Adam’s sin.
You live with us in spirit,
Out from a hermits birth,
The soul of Maia,
Mother Gaia,
Walker of the earth.
© M T Lewin
Minutes to hours,
Your life now in my hand,
From your first breath,
A pheonix death,
New life from grains of sand.
Your eyes a starlit wonder,
Your voice a soften tone,
That shakes the ground asunder,
And mortals to the bone.
Your hair,
As fair as flowers,
That blossom in the spring,
And fall on setting hours,
Where autumn starts to sing.
Forever among,
Of Maias young,
All seasons writhe within,
Your heart of everlasting love,
Born from Adam’s sin.
You live with us in spirit,
Out from a hermits birth,
The soul of Maia,
Mother Gaia,
Walker of the earth.
© M T Lewin
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