terra
cognito
if
it be true
that
all conventions
of
mind and heart
also
are present
so
what
so
what
the
marks of time's embrace
scar
and mold and count
the
pages of the years
could
beauty be drawn
any
else
where
woman
is marvelous
a man
can
point or say a tallish thing
while
she
alone
in the wild creation
mirrors
the worth of a hand
and
warms and weighs
so
that comfort and ease
and
color and song
enfold unite confirm
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