She is the mother of them all.
She is the maker of generations.
She is the foundation.
She is the cycle.
She is the far-seer.
She is the deep-listener.
She is the carrier of love.
She is the light at our darkest.
She is the GOOD.
She is the smell of good scent.
She is the house we shelter.
She is the home we look for.
She is the mind which thinks us.
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PoetryThe contradictory life we were born and still live in and it's mysterious frustrations but picking the good is worth living for
