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May 2017
she envelopes my
sky 
in grey
hiding sunsets
and  
silhouettes
she hides those fingers
but
I can still see
her single eye
following  me
and when she comes it is quick
hardly noticed
 her fingers an invisible touch
to take
a reaching
grasp at clouds
white smoke
leading to her powder path
to
hold
and
be lost in a
mist.
Joy Ceye
Written by
Joy Ceye  50/F/South of England
(50/F/South of England)   
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