Pachamama

Posted on June 7, 2020 by a foolhardy florilegium

The embrace of Pachamama, her gentle sweet caress.
A feeling of contentment; couldn’t be more or less.
She embraced me with wisdom, gentleness and more
and it’s Pachamama always feels the true pain of war.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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