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Oct 2021
as the golden sun sets in
a fiery red sky relies on
the pale moon to rise. But you
covered me in shade as you
galloped off in a harried scoff
as a headless horseman.

I relied on you
as the grass does the rain
to grow, and the rose bud to
blossom. But you pelted shards
in my backyard flooding me
with flotsam till I drowned.

I relied on you
as the tide rolls into
the shore, with all the treasures
of the sea galore. But you spit out
debris, leaving me with broken
bottles that cut my feet as I walked
on the beach.

I relied on you
as the apple tree does
to bear fruit. But you were filled
with holes.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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