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 Aug 2015 Jack Aylward
Ysabelle
You are the bee
And I am the flower.
You cling, and sipped
My nectar.
Sweet that is bitter.
Because with no words,
You just left.
A new day

Rife with possibility

Insert some new tranquility

Into your mind


A new way

Of looking at the positive

Believing life is causative

A new lens we must find


Truth is

Difficult at times to discern

But even so down deep I yearn

Now to make headway


Love is.

So don this mask for now, shall I

And in the face of fear I’ll fly

For today's a new day
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