Maya Angelou Poem

Is Love

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Midwives and winding sheets
know birthing is hard
and dying is mean
and living’s a trial in between.

Why do we journey, muttering
like rumors among the stars?
Is a dimension lost?
Is it love?

Forgive
Old Folks Laugh

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