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like the sprites of Prospero's island,
small feet and bright voices,
we rest on the earth like
the petal of a rose.

The fruits of the peach tree
are beyond our reach.
We climb, secret strength,
in delicate limbs--

and when I hold that big
fruit in two hands,
I know that for me
one is enough.

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