
To the coming moon,
to the coming moon,
You’ll lie down to have birth
and your womb will radiate
the light over me .
Dawn in your womb
each time more clear
cleaning the wells,
getting dark the ivory.
To the coming moon
The world opens again.
to the coming moon,
You’ll lie down to have birth
and your womb will radiate
the light over me .
Dawn in your womb
each time more clear
cleaning the wells,
getting dark the ivory.
To the coming moon
The world opens again.
Este poema trata sobre el nacimiento.
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