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Pink Feathers

Childhood

Poetry

 

While gentle refrains, lilting, relieve

The tender pains presumed so deep:

Those scraped on knees of infancy,

Poignantly does doting Ma perceive

Time sifting headlong through its sieve.

 
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Courtesy R.M Perris 

 


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Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

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