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Happy ending by Richard TrotterIf thoughts are left long enough
will they change into butterflies
rampaging beauty with a ghostly flicker
fluttering against an ageing canvas
and concentrating on the fog?
Wooden wheels rattle down the lane
You, pensive in the desolate yard
but crumbling bricks can be rebuilt
Smooth the edges in my selfish ending
how mist makes you more lovely.
So I'll set alight each heavy page
and watch them burn in delight
lifting the load from the future
ashes drift into the smog
and our last days are precious 05/10/2006 Posted on 05/10/2006 Copyright © 2026 Richard Trotter
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