|| seeds ||
The woman bears
with and keeps quiet
like night.
The woman burns
and remains contained
like the spark.
The woman moves on
living within limits
like the river.
The woman blossoms
and flourishes and is
ever hungry
like the tree.
The woman drizzles
and rains and is
ever thirsty
like clouds.
The woman makes
a home and always
remains homeless
like the birds.
The woman is
a resounding voice
but is silent
like the word.
The woman births
man and remains a slave
like the seed.
|| seeds ||