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Apr 2017
..and the moment went
as the thought tailed off into
a distance which I couldn't see,
but
I saw the sun shaking shadows
to wakenΒ the hedgerows
where the blackbirds flew
into the light.

Echoes linger on
long after the real voices
have gone,
as
images ripple in the
flowing of streams
so
shall I flow in these
echoes of dreams.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
(67/Here and now)   
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   CK Baker
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