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The future darts away like a startled doe,
her tail flicking teasingly.
The past sweet softly like water
slipping through grasping fingers.
Hopes flutter high in the trees
vibrant and sweet as a fairy's wings.
Love flits capriciously from one blooming heart to another,
a humming bird that is gone as quickly as it's found.





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