Flush
See how she tries to hide discreetly
Behind those rain scented net curtains of hers
Strawberry pink thimbles now blushing
A full punnet discarded and bruised
Her tapestries yellowed and now long since faded
Wrapped up in yesterday’s news
Ah but her lover said
Babe I still love you and never forget that
With you, life is for living and still fun
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