Were You There?
H Heather Burns
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Footsteps walking
in my garden
in the rustling of
the leaves
Soft reflections
loosely woven
something blowing
in the breeze.
Vivid whispers in
the evening
shadows stealing
from the day
Was it my imagination
or your presence on
display?
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