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Sep 25
the light child. Darkness will
fall soon. And you’ll be old
as the pale moon.

the warm breeze and golden
sunflowers. Soon the leaves will
fall from the trees and they’ll be
snow showers.

running and flying your kite with
your friend.  Soon the air will not
move. And your friend will move
on. You’ll be holding the string
dragging your kite on the lawn.

picking the bright red apples,
filling your basket to the top. The apples
will drop and rot on the ground. The tree
will be barren as the land. And your basket
empty as your hands.

the robin splashing and
sipping water from your birdbath. Soon
the water will turn to ice, just as the men
in your life.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  56/F
     Sarita Aditya Verma
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