Aphrodite
born on the rock, off a cliff
it was not a dangerous labor to be born over water
to have earth and the cold sea
at your feet, yet still be beautiful
with a piercing heart
divided is this shore
that once belonged to her Aphrodite
cut out with an invisible thread that was once her hair
emulate good women,
this island sinks in olive groove, silence
the sea echoing a siren song that divides
makes whole the seashells.
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