I Feel Your Absence
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Sheena Blackhall
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I feel your absence when the crickets chirp
When thrushes trill their woody serenade
I feel your absence when the larches creak
And fox steps secret through the mossy glade
I feel your absence like a fallen oak
A not-there presence in my fractured now
For Death has stolen the rose's lovely scent
And grief hangs bleeding from the yew tree's bough
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