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Nov 2015
Sometimes the sky was a funny kind of colour
Sometimes she didn't know quite how to feel
Sometimes the lilting glow of moonlight
                      Answered all her questions.
Sometimes she needs to feel how she felt
Sometimes the rain pattered on the window
Sometimes she was submerged in a tidal wave of thought
                       And her questions were answered.
A piece of prose found in an old notebook converted into poetry.
Gaby Lemin
Written by
Gaby Lemin  Cornwall
(Cornwall)   
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