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A Shattered Rose
A Shattered Rose
The slick cliff'd river smears shiny
blue-green sliding waters
across richly wooded chateau-lands;
hurrying through honey-scarred falaises,
cat-mouthed where toffee sandstones
arced onto sleeping innocents beneath.
A country blessèd and blighted both,
in equal measure (as aeons bequeath)
full with easy money, and its deadly past.
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Tuesday 18th September 2018 1:28 pm
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