Matera
Sweet shelter of the mother's arms
The marvel of all art,
To rest our doubts and fears upon, when walls come crashing down.
The nest that's built of love that binds, and when we're worlds apart,
the very thought of her dear name lifts stones from our hearts.
Copyright © Elena Prowell | Year Posted 2008
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