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Kunama 1971


The Ruin


The ruin lies basking in the light,
The warmth of the sun heals the wounds
Of the gaping windows.
The nettles thrive,
Beside the blown children of garden roses.
The air is quiet and sighing,
Fumbling through the empty house.

Anne Mackintosh 31



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