For Sunday Whirl: Wordle #40
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Mystery
Ashen faced sisters scatter,
like so many shattered shards
of crushed glass vase.
They do not lack knack
of knowing, whispering charms
to keep them safe, propelled
by instincts that urge them
toward preservation.
Scalded by graphic bits
of tragic story, they run,
each one carrying within
the ancient oath that binds
them always, one to another.
Elizabeth Crawford 1/22/12








