She Is Free
Mourning-cloak's hands away
Feeling pure dark without her
Years never formed into forever
Her breath was parting my deadal wing
The birth slowly looked for daylight
I try to free our daughter
She is seventeen
To see her there
Her cumulus hair floats...
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