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cynosure

by Maria Massarella

my glance caresses pensive the word
knowing its meaning eludes me

then my lips curve around the sound
and in the space of a breath I feel

a magnetism that reminds me of you
the 'cynosure' of all my senses


*ma


01/28/2016

Posted on 01/28/2016
Copyright © 2021 Maria Massarella

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Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/29/16 at 11:56 AM

magical, as a calliope, in its sound.

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