Poetry

Sun day

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For Lou Lou

Come, take my hand
Together let’s skip through fields of gold
The wind in our hair, the sun on our face
Talking quietly about everything and nothing.

Come, take my hand
Together let’s dance by the water’s edge
Our skirts billowing, our cheeks flushed
Laughing and singing in our private language.

Come, take my hand. Together let’s be.

Author bio
By Lian Flick

The creator and curator of Novel Collective, Lian is inspired by people who imagine without limits, writing that evokes powerful emotion, the colour and stories of other cultures, and timeless style.

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