A Friend

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Her hair as soft as a hazy summers sun, suffusing through filaments of wood smoke.

Her eyes are the colour of yew trees fissured bark yet clear and resonant as a nightingale melodious evening serenade.

Her smile is as a late autumn breeze fluttering the fire lit pennants of thru silver birch.

Soft as a caress yet brighter than night sky sapphires.

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