beet root

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i come from outside

my hairs wet from rain

my hands spoiled with mud

and above my swinging hips

a sunny smile with beet root lips.

and i wanna kiss

you so passionate

all over the place

so everyone will know

who it was.

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this moment is gone now

like the rain he has left,

we’re sitting with tea and cake.

and snow falls down, 

in little flakes

i decide to take

a piece of fabric 

to wash your face.

Autor*in: emilia Tapli

i believe that the children the visions and art come from the same place they come through the heart. through that we can carry them those creatures those souls. as mamas and midwifes and fertilize soil.

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