"fumbling truth" by Gina Affatto
I listen
When the world around me is fumbling
lost for years and lost for time
I do not think of myself as a flower amongst dirt
I am the soil, I am here but not there
subtle loving...nuture all
the world around me
fumbles and fumbles
lest I get caught up
and the moon is calling
mystic clouds part...come my child...come touch the stars
glistening truth inside you
lay your head upon me
may the mystic rivers flow in you
subtlely loving...nutures all
The world fumbles...oh' the world fumbles
and in the palm of my hand
is the soil from the salt of the earth
because what am I?
I am the soil...sisters of the stars...child of the moon
sun rests in my heart
and I am free to smile at those who...
are fumbling
speak kind words
let me touch your hand in warmth
look away...look away
from the ghouls of the night...ghostful pleasures
I praise truth, it is what I am
fondly, you are too
Gina Affatato
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