There she stands,
beautiful, delicate, but stronger
than a spider's web.
The one on her right holds her
selfishly.
Sing the song of the day.
The one on her left holds her
secretly.
Sing the song of her heart.
The three pillars stand
not budging.
The three related by blood
hold still their spot
to keep the day in their night.
To sing the song of the flower
in the midst of men,
she sings silently in her sleep.
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