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I saw
like gossamer
of many colours
like the tiny spill
of petrol on grey roads
in miniature mosaic
a butterfly
accosted by the roar of cars
the heavy load of lorries
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settle in a gutter
like a semi-precious leaf
a tiny fine veined rainbow
on the dirty tarmac dying.
To a marvelous poet
Jonathan Finch
Not just a bright poem but a mirage of
of words
Dying to Be Heard
Beauty in a rainfall
a pond of marvelous Birth.
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nice words and pictures…….