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Oct 2020
The breeze between my fingers holds me
Exactly where I need to be
Far
And for a moment found
Indefinitely
Connected there
Almost lovingly with
The soundless trees
Which have whispered fair
Next to nothing's for all eternity
Colm
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Colm
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