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Remaining unwounded
I wake up to see a sky gray but untroubled
But will my day unfold, remaining unwounded?
The forecast says mild rains will come in a short while,
But will the flowers get drenched awake unwounded?
A fledgling bird shivers under a dripping leaf,
quenches its thirst, will it fly away unwounded?
I shake my mind off mangled dregs from last night’s dreams
But will my dazed senses recover unwounded?
I need to touch and hold rich testaments of joy
Will these console my soul to remain unwounded?
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Josefina Costales
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