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For my sister.

It is not for you
the cursing praise
the lying truths
the grieving joy in artifice

For you there is
the wind on your face
the sun in your hair
and the sweet biting chill of iridescent raindrops
in unclouded eyes.

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Good advice - and wise advice. A very well written poem too. Rgds, Ivan