The soul attracts that which it secretly harbors;
that which it loves, and also that which it fears
In the field, a woman who has lost her child searches for
brown leaves which might be his
as if she were looking for fruit in an orchard.
She finds a few and holds them to her breast.
She presses the leaves against her skin and prays.
Later, when the wind comes,
the leaves scatter like birds and fly away.
______ AKSHR
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