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By Spirial Date: 2004 Nov 02 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.02.05.48.5013]] |
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Delicate this robins egg within the hands of a child Me So long ago I remember climbing that ancient tree Finding This so incredible fragile warmth Tiny in the palm of my hand A living shell holding blue promise As I set it back within its nest And waited days for its mothers return Not knowing then that she never would Because of my scent .... Again I hold an egg Fragile as a dream Love she has for me Its warmth of heaven bliss Scorching so very deep This shell of translucent blue So careful must I grasp Even in open hands Must I yet hold While my very soul weeps As silently I scream |