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Sep 2010
time  silence
forlorn
distance
makes
no sound
waiting
breaks dawn
a
story closes .
Tell me
where does all start
where does all fade
where
heart sees
what
becomes
tale  
or
stale mate
Breathe in
love shared free
blossom rare
was not to be
the dew
stayed back
long enough
to keep ride
short its due
  fare.
G Fairbairn
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G Fairbairn
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