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softly, whispering

featherfalls on silent stone

winter, gravity

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lost in the fog, birds

grieving morning voicelessly

remembering love

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dead diamonds, ditches

glittering cold promises

fossil furrow froze

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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