MOTHER

Amarantha Françoise Dyuaaxchs


Native storm, funny little light
Angels swimming in the night
Zoos of jungles fall out of sight
A gown of church bells will ring
Reluctance challenges all things
Pusher insists upon pulling
Life is there to be taken
Dawn and dusk will awaken
Force away will be shaken
Manys are
The furthest star.
Dead doth mar
The world's life
And fertility.



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