Unborn Ghazal

The arch in your back showed curved ambitions being born

Similar to the sound of an innocent cry from a new born


You painted a crippled flower on a clean slate

but it grew with the sunrise and that’s when it was born


Plunged deep into the waters that cleansed you

You emerged from the ground again new born


Washed of your sins and bad deeds that tormented

As clean as the breeze that is autumn born


Lakes and rivers driven by the fire in the wind

and the velvet sky where the moon is born


The chestnut brown in your hair grown stale

Still you blossom like time which is born


in the nakedness of the earth,

bare and exposed like a new born


Your heart unhampered and love so rich

Just like the heart of virgin un-born


By Linda Bryan


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