my opalescence turning
in its particular orbit
could have been mistaken
for many things
but it was not.
pearl of all my pearls.
I bow down.
centuries cannot efface
the snowy tracks
you have left me
the petal of your page
that makes me weep-
mary angela douglas 29 january 1999
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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