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Borage

Purple fields, cloaked with bees.
Sun�s rays through tall trees.
Woodland paths, a country stile.
Vast open spaces, mile upon mile.
Reminiscence and longing, hope and regret.
Sunshine and freedom, times not to forget.
Tenderness and passion, talking and tears.
Total abandon, tainted with fear.
Then . . . basking in silent solitude,
Until . . . reality takes a hold,
The future calls through purple fields.



Copyright �1993 by Sally Carding. All rights reserved.

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Lost Innocence

A solitary figure in a world of her own.
Sitting, silent, thinking, at last she is alone.
As she starts to dream, the feelings swell inside,
Sitting, silent, thinking, inside her soul has died.
There is no turning back now, this time she�s gone too far,
Sitting, silent, thinking, trying to heal the scar.
She will not recover, however hard she tries,
Sitting, silent, thinking, surrounded by the lies.
Childhood is now over, so ending the pretense,
Sitting, silent, thinking, of her lost innocence.



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Wondering

As I sit here all alone
A solitary figure in a world of my own,
Contemplating suicide �
Who knows what I�ll decide �
One thought goes round my head �
Who will miss me when I�m dead?



Copyright �1985 by Sally Carding. All rights reserved.

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