MY SIGNS

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Listen to my signs

And hear the words in my tears

They speak of my hopes

For a love beyond these five senses

As these jewelled streams dispenses

Don’t just see the spectacle

Of these tantrum throes

Or label me querulous

 A gust of wind that blows

For no apparent reason

But to stir up dust

To you I simply a woman

Dramatic

But this simple village girl

Without a crust of fine learning

Is native to a tribe

Prolific in reading the signs

And deciphering secret meanings

 Looking at the morning sky

And making predictions of rain

Yet going to the stream for water

This thirst is not for the river

But for the conversation along the way

Listen to my signs

And hear the words in my tears

Every smidgen is a treasure trove

A little work,

Some tender loving care

And this heart will open

Blessing you with every womanly secret

A feast of revelation from the san greal

 

10/5/2017

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