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An entry in The Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry

My eyes refuse to sleep

But when I close my eyes

In my mind’s eye I see my mother

I am combing her hair and she is telling me a story

Of a daughter, born not of her womb but from her heart

I feel the tears weighing down my eyelids

But how do I dry them, when it is my heart that weeps?


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