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Letting Go

I freeze my fingers because
it is not the reason
why you should hold on,
I wave you goodbye
and think on your own
you may find what life is.

I do not know a bit
how fulfilling any moment
can be, but here is
the bulb that I sow
in the early spring and
the fear of winter deep within me.

Of the flowers, one of
last spring I kept them
because it was the only
surviving, but with
lesser petals by
the end of season.

Before that, I never
noticed it could be
so close, folded in a paper
in the wooden box for year long,
among its many faces who smiled
and went away all fine
in its shadow.

The years ripe again
and with little fingers
I find your way, a new one
and enjoy this circle of life
where I am baby again.

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Consistency where life frames women in different roles and you feel inhabited.

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Again the Sky

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at moon hedge
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