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softly, whispering
featherfalls on silent stone
winter, gravity
…
lost in the fog, birds
grieving morning voicelessly
remembering love
…
dead diamonds, ditches
glittering cold promises
fossil furrow froze
…
darkness, deepening
the womb and the grave hiding
secrets and shadows
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in the ground, waiting
the souls of springs children sing
muffled lullabies
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© Gail Foster 2016
