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written by: Leanne Neill



They'll float
out to her again
one day,
from those books
as otherwise;
secret wisps
tucked inside.

Sun will bounce
off strands
of silver,
and she'll laugh
that back then,
she thought
she was old.

Tears will slide
as she wonders
if you still do,
and who
you write
those words
for now...

Leanne Neill

Leanne Neill

Leanne Neill is a company director, mother of three, and a self-professed ‘composer of words'. She has over twenty years of experience in public libraries and local government. In 2016, she started her poetry and art inspired Facebook page: LUST for WORDS, and has since been published in many ezines and pages including Spillwords, Bymepoetry, including their WOMb anthology, The Scarlet Leaf Review, Blue Nib, Raven Cage, Husk Magazine, and US anthologies, Dandelion in a Vase of Roses and Warriors With Wings. Her first collection, Fine Lines and Unpolished Pieces of Me was published by The Australia Times in 2017. Her second poetry collection, Blue Lotus was released in June, 2018.
Leanne Neill

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