A Musa Oblectata: A Woman A Mused

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Empty Nest

Harps ring out their sorrow melodies
The fledglings flutter by uneasily
As nest and mother both gape wide, empty
And long now for the home remaining sure

And steady winds make branches ever sway
The gentle gusts that took my sons away
From my safe wings to some unsure embrace
To reach abandoned nest no more





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