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Feb 2022
This afternoon when the sky was transparent,
Even pasture looked more Greenery,

I danced to the rhythm of my heart,
Had conversations I never had

Yet in the midnight hour,
It rained till the last drop,
With no one to hold the Canopy.
Written by
HOPE  29/F/South Africa
(29/F/South Africa)   
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