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Sunday 16 July 2017
ETCHED
Writings on the air
…
Your face
Paintings of evanescent smoke
Your essence
Steeped into the cerulean sky
I feel you here
…
Near enough to touch
Yet so far away
If I be quiet
And very still
And just look my fill
Will you please stay
?
MS
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