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Tuesday, June 11, 2013

powdered time







silver spills 

fills temples
lines windowsills 
while perception 
drifts through 
undulant panes

remembers roses 
in your hair

your beauty 
has quieted here
in this place 
where promises we 
made still reach out
for our embrace





Pamela A. Lamppa
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