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Poetry: Petals

I love watching the pink petals dance in front of my feet,
Spiralling controllably on the warm pavement,
Brief moment of beauty
Then it passes,
And I’m left standing
With nothing to look at
Or to hold on to.
That brief moment of beauty has gone,
And I am just dancing alone now.
Being stared at.

Words: Lauren Marie Phillips

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