The day begins
to break
as our
words
fade into
the solitude
of night
Our Night
Mother
weeps quietly
at the words
that
were whispered
-the wounds
left undressed-
The sting
of the fiery
sun
exposes
past sins
forgotten
in the well
of everlasting
time
And yet
we emerge
unbroken.
Shattered.
But
untouched.
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