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Wallflower
It is only now,
As I bathe in the sun,
That I notice you,
Little one.
I recognise you
In this light
And yet you’ve always been here
Smiling bright,
Watching wise
as the seasons sing,
Waiting for me to love
the little things
And now, as I sit here
soaking the rays
I declare I will return
Even on the rainy days.
Copyright ©
Annabelle Bentley
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