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May 2020
white gold
sun drops

surround
her thoughts

a halo of
hope

for the water

she hears
the whispers

in the trees
and she

dances to
their songs

like a
skipped rock

creating waves

she releases
thin strands

of auburn
from their tail

as

she collapses
in her

flower bed
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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