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Beautiful, beautiful

Clothes are all wrong

Cut a thistle from my hair

Fed it to the morning fire

Took a ripple from a pond

In your hands it came alive

Startled, let it slip

In that starry colour, fled

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Published April 18, 2021By C S Hughes
Categorized as Poems Tagged gone, Grief, loss

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