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  • Lorraine Johnson

[143] Once

Wander deep in the wood

outside the urban sprawl

across green scapes

and widened skies

so near to touch

if I could fly.

Knew me once

as the chameleon turned

another color, unseen before

though blistering wind

outside my door

it whispers close and softly calls

what a beautiful life,

what are you waiting for?


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