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Aug 2015
Still,
this summer breeze;
no wait for me
or
weight on me;
you make me light
and untouched by form,
when we touched you were warm enough to startle the birds
from the trees,
on the summer breeze.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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