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Fern
a cough as dead leaves drop
detached with soft faint sigh
last breath of lonely martyrs
murmur of breeze in the sky
gravity's heavier as we age
ancient oaks sad blue eyes
saplings thrust like a lance
a loving that knows no lies
do remember me, I'm here,
did you forget I found you?
like a lost fawn, dappled in
shadowed glades and dew
scoured every ...
Monday 2nd August 2021 10:18 am
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