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The Egret's Daughter (21.6.25) #poetry And there I find her, shrunken among the pigeonwings, sat atop a bed of withered windflowers. Though she doesn't meet my gaze, I see tears pouring from her verdant eyes. Lightning shoots through my spine in warning, but I cannot flee from her. My legs have been tangled in thorned vines, My throat has been seized by pollen, and my mind is stricken with her grief. Only then, she slowly stands to face me, Smiling weakly through the cracks in her face. "Thank you" she whispers into my teary eyes, placing a crown of orchids atop my head. I fear my slaughtering hands have found their mercy. I cannot will this fracturing lead any further, I will see to it that I bring ends no longer. And among this grievous wound so kindly afflicted onto me, I can only watch as the wind sweeps away all that I love. Yet I can't find the former anger and pain; Only peace floods through these plains. Though the Egret's daughter has left me; I believe I've been given new buds to nurture. These bloodied hands must now tend to a finite garden, for I've rekindled something I lost deep inside long ago.