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The Poet's Daughters

  • Sparks on Asphalt

    She sinks like fire, shooting drops of gold— they strike and scatter, sparks on asphalt.
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  • Her Laughter and a Star’s Light

    What lies within me no man knows; her shy face shall, at a glance, sweeten bitter woes.
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  • I Shall Teach You the Senses and Taste

    I shall teach you the senses and taste: That your body is not meant to be touched by this. The skin embraces with care.
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  • Corona

    Their eyes like peepholes in a front door, Suspicious and narrow. Masks made in China,
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  • Modi'in

    She will love you in her memories, Upon squares of beauty, Her legs barefooted tread,
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  • Thirsty Mouth

    She is a cup of pure water, her drops the love of maidenhood. The touch of your lips upon the edges of her tender cheeks
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  • The Poet’s Daughters

    I will not blame you for that you were, I too once was for my parents,
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  • Longing for Summer

    I long for that vacant summer feel, for the evening breeze surrounding my face with contemplation, for the rustling of green leaves upon a hill,
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  • Parenthood

    A wide-eyed father looks upon a fragile newborn, caressing body and hair, a serene mother, radiant with bliss,
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  • Mom, Dad

    From the moment I learned those two words, I learned love. You gave me the words to grieve, to rejoice, to hurt, to uplift, to question, and to wonder.
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Carry these words