How the morning sun will become
small to pour herself into
a drop of dew to settle
on some disinterested thing
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Like how the jewel in the jungle
tries not to be found
and is wasted in darkness
deliciously
On Being A Wife
2 responses to “On Being A Wife”
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In the subtle dance of existence, the grandeur of the morning sun and the hidden jewel in the jungle reflect the paradoxical beauty of humility and the profound significance found in the unnoticed and concealed aspects of life.
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A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.
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