Sister Poem by Aleksis Rannit

Sister



This
is your heart at its prime —
enamel's tightening seal,
your voice's innocent light
above
the frigid sea.

Why did they have to condemn you?
And why has your shawl
slipped from your arm?

On the floor of the wellspring
your song
settles down.

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