My Invisible Face
J
James McLain
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Rivers spare it's shallow
flowing lane
pale hills skyward may tremble.
Breath as soft lips float
freely stay now
harboring ever the budding blooms.
Labor moving inviolably
to have today
you move my hand then
touch my face.
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