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dusk

by Gira Bryant

it's that time of day
when edges become blurred

when the lines of your face
blend with the contours
of your soul
and you can most clearly
be seen, felt, held

when I can touch not
just you, but your heart
with my fingertips
in loving caress

11/14/2007

Posted on 11/15/2007
Copyright © 2024 Gira Bryant

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/15/07 at 10:49 AM

Well done!

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