Red feet: Growing up in Auroville
A road, full of holes.Up in trees, like monkeys.Run after a horse, race it.Oh! The heat, it stings.Veils of vines, hiding something.In and out a dam!Luxury of nature,Lift me up and away,End all sadness and pain.Author: myself, 13 years, in Transition School.***Home birth is rather common and very a...Please sign in to read more
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