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E Bhrèagha Feb 2020
I've finished your portrait;


You

are a glass of water

upon the windowsill, distorting

my view of the tired street below —


Refreshing, but,

it's the same view

really.



I need a new window.
E Bhrèagha Jan 2020
Tell me the colour

Of my voice

While I whisper poetry,

Shy that the words might

Touch this still air;


Loving you has always been

Deep blue acrylics and

Muted gold filigree.

— The End —