So direct in its simplicity.

The virgin in the bright red dress,
Conceals nothing from our sight.
Tighe O'Donoghue Ross
At the crack of dawn, the night slides.
Myriad images, stored in memory,
archetypes, old and new,
dance before the eye of the mind.
n simplicity of the spirit of giving,
and in the humility of receiving
the creativity wll dawn.,
Beneath the lake the mermaids sleep,
by the night they rise and take away the bounty
and return where they belong.
Sushama Karnik

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