Margaret Purslow Poems

Light, it's brilliance I've never known
Showers your being and takes you home
You're gone. There are a shadows in the room
You've left too soon.
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Lying lips of deceit
Your thirst is unquenched
Greedy, cunning hands wringing
Seeing them in their darkest hour
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In between, neither either nor or
Not a colour of the rainbow
It's doesn't end or come before
Significant yet not profound
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