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About This Poem
Absolutions
Listen
to the silence
adrift in the brittle sky...
and behold pointed fingers
of mute admiration
My hand
belongs to yours
in this solitude of night
as you show me without words
the miracle of stars
We glimpse
her bare shoulders,
as Venus brushes her hair,
tumbling in the darkness
like a quiet snowfall
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Contest: "Pen a Pensee"
Carrie Richards 7/13/12
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