They died thought criminal.
Rehabilitation a day away.
Cactus not yet succulent.
Camel humps unfilled.
Flowers bred for hardiness.
One transcription point from fulfilment.
Some like fungi sprouted mushrooms.
Some never saw glory.
Sun shone on both.
Each was perfect.
Both were perfect.
All were perfect
To the eyes of love.

Helen Gavaghan. 12.04.2020.

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