Their pain
it didn’t belong to her,
yet it did.
She carried it everywhere.
Some days it was heavy
…most days it was not.

and so it was,
that,
when the moon had finally fled,
she had woven their pain
into sunny flowers.

Their pain
it didn’t belong to her,
yet it did.
…it had always been this way.

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