Winifred Welles

(1893-1939 / the USA)

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My arms were always quiet,
Close and never freed,
I was furled like a banner,
Enfolded like a seed.

I thought, when Love shall strike me,
Each arm will start and spring,
Unloosen like a petal,
And open like a wing.

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