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Feb 2019
They danced.
Till pinks and blues joined the moon
and marigolds painted the ground gold.
The night ending far too soon.

The years advanced.
Their bones too old,
to dance the night away.
But the marigolds
in the bouquet
remind them of the good old days.
Written by
Emily  15/F/Home
(15/F/Home)   
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   Veronika
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