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Apr 2011
The sun pours through the pores
of silken curtains hung.

I turn my face towards its warmth
the colour touches eye lash and cheek.

I turn my face upwards
I feel His lathering, His glow indulges me.

But then a cloud comes heavily
covering both sun and warmth

it leaves my eyes looking up at
dark.
Kimberly C Brown
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