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I
saw her today
a
flutter by
softly
brushing through
the
dandelion breeze
and
for a moment we were young
again
laughing
spinning
daring
like then
when
I was her
blanket
and
she was my
warmth,
before
she unfurled
those
glorious wings
and
flew
and
flew
away.
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Shelley Harrison
www.shelleyharrison.com
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