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As a priestess walking in the orchards
was our poetry as seeds
which sprouted and from them it grew,
all fruits, scents and shade
from the dying sun in the summer heat,
as lovers under the moonlit
during the chill of night we became
to watch Heavens Orchards
which as ours was planted aeons ago
and stars were set as fruits,
there they stand as we do - still - too.
As Eyrs is my mother, wife, daughter
in her hands was mine too
through her eyes seen, ears heard
the myriads of life birthed
even worms, beetles as it hides in soil.
from our labours it came.
Birds are chirping and nests built,
a squirrel was seen
but it doeth hide - it stole of our fruits
it thinks - nay, was given
with our laughter and smiles it was - !
Out of my dress and gowns slips,
to stand naked before :
Around my feet, ankles flowers grow
and as branches touch,
as a lover would his mistress caress,
as leaves fall over us,
and natures fruits in baskets filled :
Prayers whisper'd into trees
as an inheritance to the children
we never had, my beloved,
that their spirits may grow as ours.
Addendum : In Elders Memoirs
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