When you put me under the soil,
I was so scared;
I didn’t know what was happening to me.
My whole self began breaking,
As I opened up --
And something new pushed itself out.
This thing knew its way,
It stretched and grew ‘til it broke through.
Out of my death,
Hope was conceived --
And there in the secret place;
Life grew.
By: Orissa Mora - Kent
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Very Lovely Orissa! I love your poetry. Thaknx for sharing this. It reminds me of you and your adventure, and how God had planted you in foreign soil and you are blooming, and also of all of he new life so newly around you, just arrived from Heaven's door steps...
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