Poem -

Curious Hands.

She pulled off his wings 
and looked on 
fascinated 
by his struggle 

then she took his legs 
with such innocent hands 
turning her back 
on his last breath 

he was already forgotten 
by the time she went outside 
to taste the ashes 
and dig up worms 

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BLOSSOM

So haunting!!  Such innocence can be so cruel.  I loved this Poppy.  An unquestionable vote and nomination from me:)

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Magdalena

Indeed it can Rachel.  Thank you most kindly, you're always appreciated. :)

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Congrats on your winning. I love the end lines

he was already forgotten 
by the time she went outside 
to taste the ashes 
and dig up worms 

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Magdalena

Pleased you did Maveli.  Thank you very much.  I will get to reading some of your work when I have finished work or maybe tomorrow. 

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Iamkurok Stone

Oh my! ... And when you get old and crusty enough, you find yourself caring turtles out if the road, home with you, and even flies transported out of your house out to the world beyond our confines - like what right do I have to do otherwise?

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Magdalena

Yes, how it should be Lamkurok.  Thank you. 

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Magdalena

Pleased you do Victoria.  Thank you very much. 

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Poppy Magdalena

Congrats on your winning nomination

WILLIAMS G MAVELI

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