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- Ruchazie Blue
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- I’ve One More Thing to Say to You
- A Short Love Poem
- Another Short Love Poem
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Ruchazie Blue
Pale blue sky –
high over Bishop’s Loch
clouds form.Puffs of vapour explode –
another,
then another;
flak,
pulsing red –
a salute
to the morning sun
in passing.They roll away on the wind; pile up in the south –
rain at noon on
the borders hills.
