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May 2021
they are azure
as a cloudless sky. I float
as a balloon up high.

When I have the greens
they are dandelions
pushing out between the blades
on a day that offers no shade.

When I have the yellows
they are gold,
bright and reflective mirrors
of my soul.
sandra wyllie
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