Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography

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Poet’s Lullaby

Lay down tainted one
In that garden you once sprung
When the world was ripe
Draped before your seedling sight
You dreamt beneath the shadows
Of the Begonia you so
Desperately clung to
When the world was sweet
And cradles made from thistle leaves
Rocked you fast asleep

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