poetry

This Is Where You Will Find Me

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When you miss me
look for me in the meadow
where we named
our white daisies blue,
where you plucked trebles from birdsong
and composed music for the wind,
where we watched
wishing stones in the stream
sparkle in the moonlight.
I will be there
till you no longer come looking for me.

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