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Sunsets Reclaimed

Night mist, sunset
Hollowed log refuge
Focus, sounds of forest
Feelings, “I am refuse”
A water wheel
Would sound splendid
Might just touch her soul
Ascending, before she died
Innocence, never lost
Soul, returned to sender
Results, may he rot
Reclaiming, the true her

By Lisa Tomey All Rights Reserved

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