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Mar 2015
Call the young and call the grown
Spectres from an early home
Let each memory unfurl;
Each one that was once my own

Fays that only knew my name
Nestled as before they came
Sprites that tap and talk and twirl
Somehow different and the same

Through the shutters, through the skies
Isolated streams and tries
Capped and callow, summer girl,
Always hated long goodbyes.
Blossom Yelia
Written by
Blossom Yelia  London
(London)   
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