Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Nurtures Life

Has the sun fallen
where shall it hide
and wait till dawn –
so it can choke
the impious
reminisce of night
and laugh
as the moon crawls away.

To see the sun
on a virgin sky
white clouds of breast
like the silk of mornings dew
is a child sipping
on a new day –
as the mother
nurtures life.

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