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The fourth day

The fourth day

June 10, 2016June 10, 2016 ahorsealone

I whisper as one, another,
Who was left with little cover.
I saw the blooms of shiver cast,
Infant petals, not one the last.

Just before the wind had left
This wood had days not so bereft.
With all the thickets swaying bare…
This little bloom sways so fair.

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