Charlotte beloved by all (codex am 07/7)
By Dennis Robinson
When she moved
She was as delicate
as a pale leaf
Falling onto water
Stilled by shadow
Ephemeral,
The depleting ripple
left by a white bird
already wafting
between clouds
she has loved me
loved me not
in a thousand
fields of flowers
fingers petal stained
She has tumbled
Into the gorse yellow
Into constant dreaming
Into sea mist
Almost visible still
.
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