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March 9, 2009 / zanzi

Seasons of the Day

It was such a morning

When i woke you. You woke

Softly, all smiles and blanket.

It was such a night

When I softly put you

o sleep, on the forest floor.

You were born of an evening

Rich and earthy, coming to me

Like fresh gusts of rain.

I buried you in the afternoon

With birds chirping, the trees

Drawing you deep into the earth.

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  1. Uttara / Mar 9 2009 11:45 am

    It is 2009.

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