Mother and Child
Protecting arms enclose her,
like a shell around a pearl.
The storm of tears abates,
and sleep finds those winter twilight eyes.
Now dreams skirt the horizon
to drift across the edge of calm
and she sleeps in her mother's breath,
wrapping its warmth around her
like a mantle.
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