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Cradling five cherries
in my palm, I feel the weight
not of crimson fruit,
but of your fingertips
when I was mother to the child.
For Toni's inspiring prompt, Mono No Aware in the Imaginary Garden.
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Friday, November 30, 2018
Five Cherries
Cradling five cherries
in my palm, I feel the weight
not of crimson fruit,
but of your fingertips
when I was mother to the child.
For Toni's inspiring prompt, Mono No Aware in the Imaginary Garden.
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