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October 21, 2017 at 2:15 pm Leave a comment

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I have so often
reached for your image,
like some child
for a candle’s flame…

But as i suck
my scorched fingers, i
find myself reaching
yet again.

 

Entry filed under: Ancient Poetry, poetry, voices. Tags: , .

sudden wisdom rainsong

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