Children’s Diary

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I remember like it was yesterday
Her words died in this helpless solitude
Frogs sung in pools of wild plum trees
Silver-white waters
Her fierce request appeared on the closest downpour
Amongst these childhood showers
She reflected on these faded tapestries

Photo Cred: Me
©A-Jjahlov Powell, 2019

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