The queen

Ein Ich mit Grenzen.
Incredible beauty.

but not uptight
shes soft in her face

No, she doesn´t want people to wither
She hugs them
With this calm sense
of I know my value
I know my forest
I don´t need your love
But I enjoy bathing in it.
I have enough gold to count, and animals to talk too
So I am not needy for human contact in the afternoon.

But dare, the one who withers
and dare, the one who is cause of the withering
She is ever happy
day and night
darkest nights
she stands upright.

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. my music:

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