Your face

Your face
is a piece of music
       as the wind
Yet I hear it
from afar, not forgetting
even without seeing
and I follow, by heart
the sigh of this ah-
more torn
             blind and alone

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John Sheppard

Thankyou. You cannot imagine how much this speaks to myself and my beautiful querida.

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