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Maryann I
Poems
1d
The Old Soul’s Lullaby
They called her child,
yet the stars bent down to listen
when she spoke.
She was born
with
galaxies
behind her eyelids,
ash of ancient moons
in the crescent of her palms.
In classrooms,
she learned
nothing new—
only watched
as the world caught up
to what her
marrow
already knew.
She stitched silence
into her sentences,
wore grief like pearls
strung along the collarbone of time.
Rain would hush for her,
mirrors would blink twice,
and clocks sometimes refused
to
tick
in her presence.
She moved
like someone who
remembered
being fire
before flesh.
And when the grown-ups
chuckled at her wisdom,
she simply smiled—
a soft, secret smile
like she’d seen their ghosts
and offered them tea.
“wise beyond your age”
#timeless
#wisdom
#depth
#eternal
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Maryann I
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