Hannah Moir Poems

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Since The Day You Left

Day by day, time passes, and I'm not sure which leaf blows where.
The sweet scent of Candytuft flowers, is roaming around the air.
The seeds from Sycamore trees are flying, then polluting the ground,
The White-throated sparrow is singing, why do I hear no sound.
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