Of Experience

The treasure of an incarnation.
Precious moments of experience
that live themselves in time.
Amid the whine of falling bombs,
the height of love was found.

A tender touch, the opening.
Their eyes are giving everything away.
An endless sigh. A lullaby.
Another dream become reality.

The lights went out.
The children slept.
The mother wept.
...for all the meant to be
that never was...

? Michaelette ?

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