The Wetted Bows Do Not Break
like the wetted bows
that do not break
bending deeply before the weight of white
give when giving is already impossible to bear
to allow in ones very cells....truest blind trust
the exquisiteness
of the ultimate letting
opening one's clinched hand
the butterfly does fly away...but takes you with it
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2016
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