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Serepta Mason
MY life’s blossom might have bloomed on all sides | |
Save for a bitter wind which stunted my petals | |
On the side of me which you in the village could see. | |
From the dust I lift a voice of protest: | |
My flowering side you never saw! | 5 |
Ye living ones, ye are fools indeed | |
Who do not know the ways of the wind | |
And the unseen forces | |
That govern the processes of life. |