Gone again today.

I saw her

by the window

in fine drapery

her hand gently upon the pain,

it had drown her in her life

and suffered her in death.

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The breeze came in

it breathed her name

gently touching the flowers

set neatly into a vase

I could almost hear them whisper,

‘Dahlia.’

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Then the clouds arose

and buried the moment

a shadow cascade

that shewn where she stood,

just a gentle flailing flurry

of her grace.

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