Blossoms
Before me,
The tender sprig
With youthful gazes;
Eyes of a shimmering
Sea draped with sunlight and moon –
Now she emerges, curved and breasted,
This child who once skipped rocks across the sky
Her eyes are steady (but they still twinkle)
Her hair is pulled back (but still untamed)
Her tired hands and feet travel swiftly
Alone along the pathways
As she is led by will;
Blue footprints follow
Behind her–
She is a
Woman
Bloom’d
Tessy Eggerman
Les flere av diktene hennes her!
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