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Nov 2020

the rose puts
her red armour on

goes to fight
the common enemy


her only weapon
an ephemeral beauty

three stars rise
above her head

this her last night
on this earth

fallen petal
by petal

was it enough
that she could say

"I am!"

I was thinking of my first wild rose I ever remember when I can barely remember myself of that time and not realising they had to leave us. "But why do they have to go?" I asked in "does-everything-go-voice" and my Da answered in an "OΜ‚ vraiment maraΜ‚tre Nature" voice. It was the most beautiful of summers and I couldn't believe that time wasn't endless and life but a gift given to us...
Donall Dempsey
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Donall Dempsey  Guildford
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