Poem 478 – The Price Of Experience

The foal sleeps;
its newborn mind
a blank canvas
that only knows
this present peace.

Experienced,
love stands on guard;
the mother finds her
peace in the breathing
of its child.

Another take on yesterday’s scene/poem
(07.04.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Fabien Maurin on Unsplash

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