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Aug 1
A  terrible tapestry woven of empty skies
above a stark and brooding emptied land
sewed with needle and threads of gold
by the Mighty Earth Goddessโ€™ busy hands
who sat and sewed this her winding seam
of orange and gold from creationโ€™s dream
but who possibly now return to talk of this
landscape created from a Goddessโ€™s bliss
a place seldom seen, if not only in the mind
somewhere in a dreamland lost to humankind
sheila sharpe
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sheila sharpe  74/F/Kegworth
(74/F/Kegworth)   
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