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thistles
you came into my world
like sunshine on heather
on the slopes of Ben Lomond
like a soft wind
bringing springtime
to the Great Glen
you enriched my life
like a unicorn
brightens a child’s dreams
with magic and joy
and summer passed
in a wondrous haze
where thistles
meek as daisies
brushed our smiling lips
and the sweet sound
of a thousand bagpipes
reflected in our laughing eyes
you left
after you took from me
everything
you could steal*
like the light
from my heart
and the hope
from my soul
and the memory
of love
that perhaps
never did exist
*Thank you, Uncle Bobby
Beautiful. Soulful.
Thanks, Trish, sorry took so long to reply.
Beautiful images brushed my skin as I read.
What a lovely thing to say, Lindsey, thank you.
Such beautiful images.
Such pain.
Thanks, Jenne, those thistles get you every time!
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