Dec 09, 2016 11:39
Unto my friends I give my thoughts,
Unto my God my soul,
Unto my foe I give my love--
These are of life the whole.
Nay, there is something--a trifle--left;
Who shall receive this dower?
See, Earth Mother, a handful of dust--
Turn it into a flower.
(Ethelyn Wetherald)
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