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AT THE RIVERS EDGE

Through the
ages
looking,
searching,
so many
faces
unfamilar

Then
standing
at the
rivers
edge
I caught a
glimpse
of the face
forever
haunting
my dreams.

Lying in
wait
unclaimed
a face more
dainty than
a doll
so defined
taken in by
beauty.

Reaching
across
the expanse
of time,
extending
my hand
to touch

The skies
suddenly
darkened
elements
wept
promises
written
with tears
remain.
copyright by heather burns