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She sits at a café table
Watching the world go by
A tea steaming away
Vapours dispersing up on high
She thinks on the past few weeks
On all that has passed
Where were they when it mattered?
Where were they at the last?
She cradles the cup as to life
Holding on to its heat
Refusing to let go
Not wanting the coldness that seeks
Memories flitter and flutter
Like butterflies in the spring
She wonder’s on her future
And all it may bring
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on June 8, 2014
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