Spirit Wings
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Carrying a seed of life,
an unborn child....
soon vanished in blood,
never feeling
until journeying
into life
its presence about her,
swimming in her head,
and wonderings,
a child of spirit
living still,
its soul intact.
Feathery, in a space
unseen around her,
out of touch
but near to
its mothers needs
when a mothers mind bleeds.
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