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Dec 2019

The tall, soft grass
The new born daffodils
As they turned their delicate petals to the sun

We met where the river meets the mountain
Where the moss grows,
The wild flowers bloom
And the sun beams dance on the water

I remember

That long deep ache
Where a hand covers a beating heart
Where blood flows deep into those secret places
The river
Pulling and pushing all that pain
Crying for what once was

We will meet again
When the pain recedes
When our memories collide
Where the river meets the mountain
When the daffodils turn to face the sun once more
Rosy Kay
Written by
Rosy Kay  Toronto, Canada
(Toronto, Canada)   
     Pradip Chattopadhyay
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