For my children

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  You are a river of
  words beneath my skin
  the gasp before a wave strikes
  languid as sun on my knees
  my arms have become an ancient cradle
  
  
  Man is the son of heaven
  and woman will inherit the earth
  off you go, my children
  and don`t look back
  there is but hollow memories
  of love, decay and
  forgetting
  
  
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