[It was at the fountain where I washed my curls] Poem by Erin Mouré

It was at the fountain where I washed my curls,
Mother, and where I did loosen them
and me
oh lucent

It was at the spring where I rinsed my locks
Mother, and where I did loosen them
and me
Lucent

At the fountain where I did loosen my curls
there I knew — Mother — one to lord over them.
and me
Lucent oh

Before I from that place departed
Loosened was I in the words he d told me
and me
oh oh [lucent

[652] #689
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