Returning June & Pen
Both eyes have abandoned their color
shedding along with it the reflection of her face
and in its rebellion I have lost my clarity
again, faith has bid farewell
and in this dark hour it is the shade that warms
without the melodies in mind and sight
letters and stain have blurred into the same
lifting the very fragrance of tomorrow
how delicate is it now to speak
to whisper the broken language that heals
faithfully touching the ear as a kiss of wind
on a May afternoon with the sky close above
painting the memory fresh and romantic.....
poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis
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