To Life

My sister sleeps in the quietest bed; her heavy,

Long eyelashes

Hide the hours of many

Yesterdays, as if they were

Guardians of her memories.

.

I see no tiredness. I only see

Beauty and youth incarnate

.

Strange — I can’t find

Any dreams in her face; only

Silence,

And the human will

To live

Coming to life in her breath

.

ML

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