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Wordless Wednesday
Sunset
drifts Eventide
across a narrowing hall
of the Sea
her own shadow
her own reflection
her own light
to follow
whose last cinder of breath
will fall into dream
o’er brink of the World
Wordless Wednesday
brook
be drawn our eyes
to thy voice
a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter
but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie
Olden Love
another seasons of four
have we shar’d
be the fog
thicker
the sidewalks
more uneven
our thoughts
often lost in thought
yet whenever I feel
the lifelines
of thy fragile hand
with mine
‘tis yesterday’s light
I behold
in that fairest of faces
Wordless Wednesday
loujen haxm'Yor 