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Sep 2014
Joys and pains
Wash past me like sunlight
Breaking through the clouds.
What I long to say
Stands before me
Just out of reach
Just past the horizon.
What I long to feel
Flees from me
Just far enough
For me to know its shape.

You never see the dark side
Of the moon,
Just like you never see
The light side
Of he
and she.
Just be
as I fall through a lotus blossom.
Ugly.
Ann Beaver
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