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Nov 2018
The fallen wild cherry tree
Lays sprawled over dewy ramson.
Perspectives drift as the light dances against the leaves.
A moment of pure, unadulterated beauty.
Found. Captured.

Gone…

Wind rushes suddenly with urgent desire.
Subsides.
Almost a touch. Warm skin.
So close.
Raindrops burn into the face, awake again.
J Miller
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J Miller
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