Day 457: Face to Face

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maiden,
mother,
matron-crone,

no face of woman
can full be known

for each foreshadows to the last
and draws upon collective past.

 

the quiet one and veiled,
who can know her hidden tales?

only sun who warms her,
and moon who keeps her dream,

in ageless, sameness holding,
and where possibilities still seem.

 

maiden,
mother,
matron-crone

how do so many –
the same –
feel so alone?

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