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lullaby to a waterlily

good night
sweet flower

withdraw your head

sleep
beneath the stillness
of these waters

awake
young again

awaken
new

open
to the golden light
of morning

~

Poem #542 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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