Along the Dee

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedYou talked above those waters That were bullied by the tideEvery part of you hard to pleaseBelow that fall of umber trees.Your news was like a thrash of birdsAnd your promises - worm-holed Beneath a tumbledown of stars.I watched you leave, silent Beneath that mooned low hushThe memory of you, a tease of distant light.

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