And there she cradled life,
A world she birthed, a life.
And reap she did all left,
Those empty husks to fill,
Death, a silent soul,
A mother to mothers, rode,
Her arms caressing life,
Giving and taking, by and by.
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Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
