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"butterlies"

Three for the earth
Three weave me in time
To show me my worth
And amend for my crimes

One fate
To push me
To drive me insane

The Mother
Expelled me
Introduced me to pain

~

One fate
To hold me
Don't leave me alone

The Maiden
With(in)
whose body was home

~

One fate
To pull me
To lay me down

The Crone
Who'll bury me
Deep in the ground

As i wept for her touch
She drew me without
Laying one hand to earth
Solid as she
In whose body was home
Grinning
She tricked me
And left me alone

Three come for all
But these three are mine
Living
Loving
And Dying
In Time

jc.

This poem was written by jonathan clark on Mar 17, 2007.

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  1. Jess says:

    Beautifully crafted..