Dixie's Cradle

08 May 2012

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I am a southern heartbeat..my finger presses steady on the streaming flow of her conscienceness. Birth, rememberance, death...tucked away in Dixie's cradle


She retains them all and brings them back into herself like a bloom at dusk..

She is my mother...the one who bore me.. I cling to her..knowing nor seeking no other


~HTK

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HopeSprings

My name is Hope.. I am a true daughter of the South. Born in Savannah and raised in Atlanta. I love poetry and music. I've been writing for as long as I can remember.

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