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She sleeps symmetrical
her limbs parallel her eyes
and mouth closed to colour
I kneel with a stone of philosophy
and try it to her cheek so
that when she wakes
and the sun bloodies us
we’ll be gold to each other
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©Marie Marshall
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I try. 🙂
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What a beautiful poem of color and light. I especially like the last line.
Colour and light is just about all I can see at any given time. Thank you so much for visiting.
so many ways– we try to touch– lovely work here– PK
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