Rising and Falling


The mother put her hand on the chest of her newborn and felt

like countless ancient empires

living and dying

the tides coming in and out

to brew onwards

like leaves being drifted by the wind

like a damaged mind's thoughts

stirring

like the hair strands floating over

her face and eyes


she laid down again

and cried in reflection


she realised she felt everything

                                        -
                           rising and falling


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