eosaja's poem a day
Friday, September 16, 2011
Rondelet
The Twins
I feel them still.
They're hand in hand in all my dreams.
I feel them still.
My empty womb enfolds them still.
Though buried under waving trees,
I cannot bring myself to see,
I feel them still.
9/16/11 dawn
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