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I saw a bride splendid in white garmentsI saw a woman with one hundred children The children plump and firm within her arms,But some fell down or strangers took and ate them
Forest could keep secretsForest could keep secrets
At dawn, she climbs over the horizonto slink between the curtainsand rest her head on your pillow.
The sea lays big glass hands on the sand,spreading its fingers out as if newto the shore. It can’t quite believe in it.It wants to hold on before the glass breaks.