A wisp of dusk, personified
Or should I say, ‘animalified’
It grieves me, Bat
That you have died
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Locked In, Poetry by Samantha K Collinson
Exploding lights, raindrops
Hitting electric fields.
I run out, dancing;
Entwined, holding his hand.
The sky, extravagant,
Fireworks waving, rainbow
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