Haiku 2017 - #277

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mud and pokeberries ...
what will your mother say
little sparrow

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Of things pale:

lips of an ill child

... its mother's.

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Humming
dancing with her son
... dances in the sun.

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Gaia swelling
children of children
... blood for love of blood.

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She tender loves
tender dreams -
she tenders life.

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A lawless scratch
of blackberries
tickle the old willow.

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In arms ...
pool of womb, pull of dream
... in arms.

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(Inspired by Bella at Flickr)