She recalls a time, the glen ran through her
rendered her in two exposed to the world
splendid in candor, baked in yellow sun
until it dimmed, left her alone unlit,
retracted its thrust, she yearns for that.
© Chagall 2014
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She’s a waif at five
rosy-cheeked blossom at twelve
love at seventeen
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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