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Hen dŷ
This old farm cottage of mine
keeps all my years safe
for it knows my secret ways
and remembers
There are shadows in the shadows
but in some rooms
my sons have hidden smiles
to lead me in
There is more solitude indoors
but here and there
she has retained a past caress
to warm me
The old mirror we found at market
still retains her ghost
which...
Tuesday 16th January 2018 4:05 pm
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