Poem – Virginia wilting

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Virginia crawls and creeps her cluster

She does not fuss her timeless walls

She works her wilting fingers forward,

flicking dust and clinging all.

Her nimble fingers knitting weaving,

plotting scheming covering all.

Their house is red of flickering leaves,

it weeps and waters over head,

it weeps in red till sun reflects,

until the winter breaks its neck.

The day is dimming, light is skimming

smokes from fires filled, and winning.

Want to start a new beginning,

must be here when spring is near

and brightly bold and newly .springing

with a hey and a ho for a brand new year.

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Hiya, I am Lauren, a lifestyle traveller, writer and health Nerd. Due to lockdown I decided to get on with writing my blog and catching up with friends new and old. I believe we are one world that for most of us wants to promote peace and goodwill to each other, wherever you are in the world I wish you well. I hope we connect and share our stories.

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