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Mar 2022
There: in the distance
Snowfalls, heavier and heavier
A landscape of solitude, muted,
Not grieving but all-knowing.

What still moves underneath?

As I fell to thinking
You turned and said:
'Come outside, watch it fall'
Those eyes, those eyes
Recessed through the glass
Bright and visible still
As the hereafter.
Jamie Richardson
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Jamie Richardson  Kent
(Kent)   
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     old poet MK and Jamadhi Verse
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