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lady of the manor

her movements
always graceful

once she described
a friend as
Lady of the Manor

a title far more suited
for her, i thought

with roots to
childhood
we bloomed

and i mused greatly
in her love of
music
words
earth
phantoms –

now i see her
visiting the
oceans
when all the
tourists have gone

and the sun has
dimmed, (her skin
was most fair)

large hat and scarf
novel in hand
toes digging into
the cool sands

her world is nothing
like mine

her heart, broods
when shadows
grow long on the ground

and for that i
loved
and
broke
it

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