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Along the shallows of the stream

where tadpoles bob and fairies bathe

and children linger crafting dreams

in places which she yearns to stay

 

She hid a note of moss and seed

so fancied thoughts might never fade

that those come after eyes agleam

could play forever in that shade

© EMMI LAWRENCE (5.16.2018)
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