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What he sees
is her smile against
a foreign landscape
Tears have dried before
she became a real woman
. . .
Her face in his
cupping hands
"I love your eyes!"
he said and saw
his own childhood
dismantled in those
deep wells
. . .
Under the full moon
an ocean is disturbed
Love washes over
rocks blindly
What he remembers
is her smiling face
in a pool of moonlight
.
.
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::z.z. july '05
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