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Nov 28
Today,
she wore the quiet magic of the woods,
a lightness in her step that whispered
of leaves brushing against soft winds.

Her eyes caught the sun,
dancing with a mischief only stars could know,
and her smileβ€”
a secret spell,
woven from wildflowers and shadows.

Today,
she moved as if the earth tilted
just to watch her,
an elfin grace
that lingered long after the moment passed.
Paul James Woolley
Written by
Paul James Woolley  71/M/Lichfield UK
(71/M/Lichfield UK)   
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     SiouxF and Jamadhi Verse
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