Back to origins
Heard women cry hard
walking back, in-outward.
Broken, approached one
opened heart: "what is on? "
She answered mouth-open
"Haven't you heard order? "
Everything was sunshine
"To your origins all return."
"How can we accept this? "
said women: "compare them
when they came were small, so tiny! "
I looked at people's size and smiled.
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