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Clementine through the Clouds
clementine through the clouds
a gentle shower of shine
not blinding, but binding
droplets of a restraining eye
so like a passing surname
a sign inhabits the Summer day
hour upon hour of aimless thought
of a most gracious heavenly soul
she had peace as I struggled
my mom dying from same ill
clementine through the clouds
melting like orange sherbert
my eyes taste its pleasant hue
my head in the cotton puffs, soothed
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Kim Rodrigues
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