and lifted her body up
and it seemed that all the young trees
of the world reached their branches up
through her arms to touch the sky.
And Life in her had to dance
and toss her head around
to let her yellow hair swirl
like seaweed in the pools
of Swedish shores.
It was only later that the sorrows
took her into that distant place
where a small girl sat dumb
at the feet of a father who asked of her
what no child can give.
So she wept until a forgotten lady
came to wrap her golden arms
around little child in love.
And life came into small feet,
and song slowly stirred in a tiny chest,
and dim light arose in clouded eyes.
And to the young woman
who held this child like a pearl
in her seashell heart,
tears came like rain
in the pools
of dark distant shores.
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