Any Woman by Zora Cross

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I do not matter. I am dust and air,

Blown like a moth, a soft wind everywhere.

Happy am I in this old thought of me --

I am worth nothing to infinity.

I now may laugh, may sing in mad delight,

Wonder and wander in the whispering night:

No one shall care, no one take thought of this --

I'm but a spark, a butterfly, a kiss.

First published in The Australian Woman's Mirror, 6 October 1925

Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Old Qld Poetry

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