My little darling
you’ve run from me
I’ve chased you
praised you
placed you upon pedestals
for the world to see
But you’ve run from me
Slow yourself down
Catch your heavy breath
Settle yourself here
in the rich soils of earth
Take root and blossom
I’ll chase you no more
I leave you for the world
to admire and adore
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| “Pan et Syrinx” by Edmund Dulac |
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