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where the cold wind always blowed

Flowers bunched,
string tied and wrapped
in newspaper,
taken at Whitsun
to your mother’s grave,
your father’s too,
a place where the cold wind
always seemed to blow,
through the headstones
of Llethrddu,
the “black slope”
at that time of year,
on the hill of sorrow.

Stanza excerpt from long poem “Where the cold wind always blowed.”

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