Heart of Thunder, Palms of Grass

November 1, 2009
By Rebecca Heilweil PLATINUM, New York City, New York
Rebecca Heilweil PLATINUM, New York City, New York
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One day I'll sing with the little sparrows that ride the wind as I run.
The palms of my hands will reflect the sun. Reflect the light.

The buffalos will be my friends, our secret pact.
Our secret knowing.

My fingers will be soft and strong as they come through my daughter's thick black hair.

She'll hear my heart of thunder, she'll feel my palms of grass.



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on May. 3 2010 at 8:08 am
Andrew:)139864133432 SILVER, Grand Junction, Michigan
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