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page of wind

sitting watching
valley veil
the warmth
on me
the cool
the shade

I keep these moments
like pages
outlined with my thoughts

I stare in depth
and distance

all the pretty pain
folded like a worn knife
I take in rain
patterned dark

how In love
at arms length
you mean

my shadow fills

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against me the lean thigh
the curve
like midnight approaching the zenith hour
how your hair fires

when I am gone I dont want to be buried
with shoes

just the single worry stone
and I will have all that
I need

with your embrace
and tender

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The sheath of a knife
its shadowed interior
coveting the steely sharpness
of painful thoughts
the extreme beauty
caged within your mind's eye
its ever roaming
trying to find
the you that's mentioned here.

I wonder who the 'you' is
or is it your own shadow?

Love Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

my own shadow and how the shadow changes
how we perceive ourselves from the true outline
I am happy you can see me Ann

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