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She flew into the dominium
Of sorrow,pain and loss
Cheerfully sowing the seed
Of hope,life and contentment
A glimpse of light
In a long winter night
The smell of freshly cut grass
Singing birds and dancing Lilly’s
She had a way with words
A trance of sorts
One mid summer night
Twinkling stars bleeding
Moon fading
Curtains falling
“I’m so sorry”she said
To the beholder locked in it
As she left the jungle that wasn’t hers
Closing all doors
She head out with every good thing
She could find to eat in her arms
To eat in her arms,O Mary!!
“Not to have any arms”