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In the Beginning
 


In the Beginning

Long ago, when mother earth was very young, she whispered
This whisper, became the winds that dance upon her
She cried, her tears became streams and rivers
Carving great canyons along her soft face
With every heated breath, she heaved
Mountains grew straight and tall
Basking in her creations
The Great Spirit
Gave her
Love

Anthony

Written for the Bear
10-1

By WinterWolf

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - "Out-Side the Box Challenge #68 10-1 Countdown Challenge (challenge has been closed)


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