A fortune teller
Whispered in my ear
The magic words.
My mother's wisdom
Builds up my mind.
The wind picked up
The mix of dust
And passed
To me.
"Why me?" -
I asked.
The Mother Nature calls
To follow the instincts.
In my dreams, I am in the meadows,
Very low,
low in the grass
Surrounded by sky,
Very close to the Earth.
I cam hear the bees.
I can hear the breeze.
Every bird sings for me.
"Mother Earth, I am your,
A good girl and a listener."
Ida Tomshinsky
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