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Imperfection
Those gray eyes
finally match your crown.
settled down,
watching the ice melt
though you never liked bittersweet.
No more plots to course.
each day is different and the same.
The bread crumbs have been eaten.
What is it? that flys away?
and roots touch us
to make us unbroken
to make us see deeper than tomorrow.
Sit down my love,
let me
wash your feet.
I liked this very much, the
I liked this very much, the ageing and the love shown in the last few lines show this as a very fine poem. Sue.
Thank you.
Thank you.