CV - The Cotton Dress

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The Cotton Dress

When wandering in a foreign land
And drifting, as in a dream,
I chanced upon a cotton dress,
Hanging from a beam.

The land about was grey and white,
The air would dimple skin;
Locals here went for warmth
But the dress was paper thin.

It spoke to me of distant realms,
Of music, beads and bright sunshine,
Of flowers, light and happiness,
A million miles from mine.

And where’s the woman of the dress?
I looked but saw no signs;
I suspect she dances barefoot still
In a place the sun still shines.

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© J Cosmo Newbery
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