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I watch my young child flourish
in all that she sees--
each orb forms a whispered wish
sent out on the breeze:
"May friends always be near you,
grow up to be strong;
joys be many, sorrows few;
may your days be long."
© Ginny Brannan October 2011
Written as a 7/5 Trochee, Two quatrains, alternating syllable count seven/five, abab rhyme scheme
Written for Bluebell Books Short Story Slam Week 11
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