Her hands gently stroked
the tender skin of new life,
willing her wisdom
to breathe life
into this new star,
to remain unscathed
by deep suffering.
For she was evidence
that the young grow old
too easily.
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Her hands gently stroked the tender skin of new life, willing her wisdom to breathe life into this new star, to remain unscathed by deep suffering.
For she was evidence that the young grow old too easily. Author notesPrompt - Old Scars (30-40 words) In a listA contest entry
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