The First Age
In the beginning,
We dwelled within
Our fathers,
In silence.
Blanketed
in the womb
Of absolute darkness,
and perfection.
Guided by the winds,
And oblivious
to the waters
In which we were,
Yet to be born.
Copyright © Charles Pullen | Year Posted 2016
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