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A Lass In Black
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A Lass In Black

Poem By Gerard Heathcote

A gloomy day fades away
into the evening shadows
Not cast by the purity of the sun
but man made in shops and cafes

A blackness descends and wraps
my body and its memories
A black shroud my face’s contrast
Flowers to fill the endless void

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