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Saturday, January 5, 2013

Recognition





Naked beneath stars,
I observe our moon
and plead frightened hope
into the night
while touch drifts
with veiled chime
as a satin flower
upon the wind.

I inhale heartache's regret
and bend my awakening.

Ripe hands discover
love's innocence
within its impotence.





Pamela A. Lamppa
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