Triolet: By the rippling water

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By the rippling water, leaves blow,

Clinging to the barest boughs,

Waiting for the midday sun’s glow.

By the rippling water, leaves blow,

Overhead the screaming gulls flow,

Rivers of feathers. North wind soughs

By the rippling water. Leaves blow,

Clinging to the barest boughs.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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