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May 2020
Still
Yet branches twitch edged green leaves
                        to fall.
Thick clouds of charred ivory black
are dryly brushed
over blue streaks.
A heavy burnt grey mist scatters
                        over red houses
                        that hide
still
a picture.
Written by
Naomi Parfitt
215
   JaxSpade
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