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She sat near the fern
On the dew dazzled rock
And gently touched the furled frond,
Lovingly,
Remembering another place,
Another sweetly curled being
Trembling eagerly
With love.
It hurt too much.
Lithely arising
She smoothed her skirt
As memories tugged at her
To stay.
A last loving glance
At the sun dappled glen
Then she briskly turned away,
Thoughts swirling,
To face the loveless glare
Of her future.
