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Museum of Indian Arts and Culture

The tulips
kissed momma,
whispered a Spring story -a birth.
Would the gods laugh
or God who rules time?

The distant stars
galloped as horses
their child -yet born.
Absent thoughts, now prayers,
wishful hopes soon known.

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