Western Portrait

Western Portrait short poem

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Walk ever faintly with me, my love
Barefoot upon the salted apron shore
Let us sip the fading western light
Savor the bodied flavor of recent wounds
Bow completely to descending night
Heal imperfectly beneath comforting moons
..until daylight reveals again
The hairline cracks decorating our hearts

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Keith Wilson

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A marine science teacher who is deeply connected to the beauty of the natural world and is in endless wonder at the opportunities of discovery that each moment offers.
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Preeti
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Love healing old wounds…so true and soothing to read:)

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