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Natasha Pian Oct 2011
Gently swaying in the wind.
Glistening pavement ground.
Gathering glimpses of your light,
Through the shaking leaves,
Reflecting up from the drive.
It’s all that saves me
From a surrounding darkness.
Out of the corner square,
Of my left window,
Half skewed by my desk.
I think of you
And your smile
No longer saved for me.

— The End —