Shirley Harrison Biography

This windy morn

has left its debris on my path
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I was twenty-seven years' old

my spark gone
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From my sorrow I did borrow
a hanky for my tears
I borrowed from my sorrow
for days, months, maybe even years?
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Why did a butterfly lay it's beautiful wings on my hand?
It's widespread belief that butterflies are a family member or a loved one reincarnated?
but what if it's not?
what if Butterflies are simply super sensitive to human grief?
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He was there right in front of me

he was the first thing I saw
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