Help me. Help me.
Why did she whisper so?
There was an absence of accompanying music,
as her frail hand finally let go.
Wherever she wandered.
I couldn't follow. Neither could my eyes see.
But she reappears in this recurring dream:
Help me. Help me.
Capability Red March 2016
Wednesday, 2 March 2016
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