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A thousand petals fall

Like a million drops of confetti

A life that has been a song.

I am a child of many mothers;

Not a single breast milked

But every bit a piece of my limb.

 

Challenges water the rivers of change;

Some sorrow,

Many joys contained in jars of unblemished incandescence

Like wavy butterflies in slumber;

Imagining and put-on.

In the midst my life

Is just begun.

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