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ABOUT FACE
Her memory leaves
Him with a trace of hope
Of holding on day
to day. Pushing her away,
still the same as holding on
so tight that rocks split
under the weight of moonlight
or trees imposing
their will on the solitude
on a sky best left alone.
Splendid poem. I love the imagery of the moonlight
spliting the rocks under the weight of solitude.
Keep Writing - Keep the faith.