Losing sight
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Community member and poet Dinah Milson shares one of her poems with Connect.
Losing sight
Who stole the light
This life of coloured shadows
Who knows
What it can mean
It's lean
This temporal time
Of writing when the brain unwinds unravels threads
Of life's unrest
I've seen enough
There's been a gift lost
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