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Jun 2015
An idea conceived in an intense moment of beauty or pain.
A moment of perfect clarity.
We turn our brains to wombs,
To nurture it, protect it,
Know it and love it.
We feed it emotion
And it grows stronger.
When the time is right
We give birth to it
Through tears sweat and blood
Or pure tranquility.
And we love it,
On our own or alongside others.
For these are our babies
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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