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Apr 2018
In the garden of my dreams
flowers bloom
and die
there is a girl
who spins and dances
underneath a twilight sky
light as a feather
she moves with ease
tender as a morning cobweb
oblivious to my presense...
such is the nature
of the shapes
of things to come
Brokk66
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Brokk66  50/M/Oregon.
(50/M/Oregon.)   
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