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Apr 2010
Someone's flung a fist of golden showers
hillside of the brook;
scattered snowflakes – dotted them
inbetween the overpowering sage's scent
and violet heathery hues.
Overnight, Someone's unseen eye's
designed a palette from
' The Book of Unknown Colours.'
Someone came upon this place and had
an instant rush of love.
copyright © Caroline Grace 2010
Written by
Caroline Grace
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