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Brush Of Damsel Wing

I chased dragons, a flight

of childhood's grin and reach,

for clash and wonder and treasure.

I lay with grasses tall to young budding

from the whirred and buzzed and winged,

light as eyelash and sun soon to Spring.

there was a laugh;

her, quiet her.


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