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It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there. --- William Carlos Williams

Wednesday, August 10

Mama


My name,
Embroidered with silver thread,
Alights the darkening dreamscape.

Whispering to you from the rushing river,
The song of birds,
The falling blossoms.

My name,
Spoken as if a prayer,
Soothes your terror,
Shepherding you to your dreams.
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