His hands upon her face

She sees herself through the eye of a dewdrop

and knows she is not lacking

amidst blue eyed wildflowers and buttercups,

light fluttering on the wings of her lashes

within which hazel nuts seem to hang.

She is a fawn faced woman

leaping alongside her sisters

sure of herself

knowing

the beauty of another woman

can not dim the reflection she sees in the glass,

for when the sun shines across the meadow,

all the colors dance

( A reflection of Genesis )

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