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Apr 2015
Radiant, beautiful, orbs of grey,
one look infinitely, brightened my day.
Strands of red-gold, falling flawlessly
my mind dreaming, wildly, lawlessly.
A sound I hadn't heard in too long,
that confused my heart, spawning this song.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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