MOTHER OF ALL MOTHERS PRAYER
I am the cry of the earth, herb
the torment of his private life blood, the wound burned
of the steppe, the wave
brooding despair of the water.
I am the cry of the Earth,
all my heart is a change in the balance
for Humanity,
any impression left in my substance, a gesture that gives
consciousness faded
the breaths of our destiny.
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