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Flatfielder Nov 2020
Leave stones and sweat
Floers' fragrance in summer
Limitations set forth
Watching the blue sky
Or the waves of the sea
Erased from view
Parents' nightmares
Memories, war, refugees ,prisoner
Yet the earth doesn't budge
A spiritual foothold
This plot remains sacred
As long as I live
Plants shall now die
Transplanted and sad
To either in the sunlight
They lost the will to live
Took a deep breath

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