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Saturday, October 6, 2018

Poem When the wind blows the sweet primrose makes me realise how fleeting is love Like pollen it seeks through the mystique of life, to identify that which is suitable. It feels no qualms in denying the eager, the hopeful or the beautiful. It moves like a flame seeking dry tinder. In that fire I see... Sign in to see full entry.

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