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| Lake - Photo by Casila |
She walked over the paper, on the ground
Decided to turn around, for closer observation
She started collecting pieces of a photograph
Not carried away by the wind
She gathered them into a pile
Photographed her collection
Then gathered the pieces in her hand
Stuffed them in her jacket pocket
Someone's symbolic ending, became her treasure
She left
That moment behind
Another poem to read: The Rough Draft
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