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And So

Planted and tended,
It grew until abandoned –
Dormant and waiting.

The Withered Blossom

The withered blossom
Hangs limply, shriveled and brown:
A relic of spring.

Too Clinging

A cloud lingers low
But too close and too clinging:
Uninvited warmth

The Song

Like a distant wind,
The song weaves between us all:
Separately one.

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