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Aug 11
i sit and look into
your eyes
hot blue
not knowing

the flare of fire
touching the rose tree

what is my question

it slips between us
a silver fish
seen and then unseen
darting caught
behind my eyes

flames fall back
to charcoal afterglow

with you words
falling
as rose petals
as summer snow
Written by
Kate  F/England
(F/England)   
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