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Halves (Free verse) by impert&ent

Give up some words, petal. Let them drift casually through your fingers. Let them go. On the palm of slight breezes. I’ve witnessed a few births But not my own. Imago mundi Your face in the sun. A crown of rays The flower of creation. Who knows what a mother feels As she watches a daughter Some part of herself Slipping casually Into the world and through her fingers.

http://mulberryfairy 22-Jul-03/7:08 PM
beautiful. Nice juxtaposition of the coming and going at the end.




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