Guest guest Posted December 2, 2005 Report Share Posted December 2, 2005 Don't shout with your fists to the sun, my daughter, My son, Your rage is not with me, I am who I am Not your image of Mother I am alive And yet you fear my dying, My beloved children You see me not as I am You annul me. Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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