Transparency
a egg shell
white as
clear skies
on a cloudless day
i hold it
against the sun
to see
if something
alive is
still there
to see
if you still
love me
opaque love
transparencies
of feelings
concealed
pains buried
like egg yolk
inside
this fragile shell
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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