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| her cloak of blue ~ blended her into the skies ~ just a shimmer to be seen |
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| buddha ~ sits facing ~ a row of dandelion clocks |
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| frog jumps ~ in old pond of green duckweed ~ no splash can be heard |
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| she walked ~ into a room ~ that did not belong there |
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| the motorways in her mind ~ rumbled with traffic ~all day long |
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| in white velvet pouch ~ the rainbow crystal earings ~ waiting to be worn |
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| the thought was guarded ~ for so many years ~ one day it emerged... |
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| her face hidden ~ by many masks ~ she wore each day |
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| ethereal dancing ~ bare branches gently waving ~ the spirits along |
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| out of the mirror ~ flew the raven carrying ~ a black inscribed stone |
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| clouds ~ are seen but for a moment ~ then leave without a trace |
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| the stone staircase ~ winding upwards ~ until they converged on an old wooden latched door |
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| dancing ~ in the wind ~ she refused broken dreams |
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| inconsequential things ~ remembered ~ clear and detailed |
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| summer skies ~ were the intensest of blue ~ in my childhood |
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| dog and I walk along the beach in silence ~ the dog is spooked she runs back to car ~ the sea is calling my name |
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| staircases upwards and upwards ~ some carpeted and some not ~ the uppermost tower of my mind |
