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Sep 2020
A ribbon,
Adrift in the breeze
My hand goes to catch it
It trembles and flees

It dances about,
Floating on air,
But where the wind takes it,
I can't follow it there,

So fly far away,
Where I can't remember,
And leave from my side,
In this cold dark december.
Written by
Ian Fineman  17/M/Fulton MO
(17/M/Fulton MO)   
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