Days, weeks, months later, when all hope was dead They found the child, her body curled Beneath a sheltering rock ledge Long time dead.

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In years that came
Her mother felt, within her womb
Echoes and shadows, memories of a child
That once, for nine months, dwelt within.

She never more could look upon the moon.
And when the moon is on the rise
And when it bathes the wide brown land in its strange light
It beckons me to come – to seek
The mother who once carried me
And brought me to his moon-washed land
Where children roam and dream alone and lost