You’re A Flame

Unconditional love grew with the weeds spiting along the old road

Everything will calm with new flowers to color our home yellowgold

Sade casts my soul into a heavenly trance; she wore pretty eyes

Every cell pulling me closer and closer to inner nirvana

I forget to forget my father and remember his love was always enough.





Author: storiesfrommystomach

I am from a Village called South Komelik on the Tohono O'odham Nation. I enjoy poetry and philosophy. Hope you enjoy the blog! :)

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