Her Last Impression
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Sun beams accurately placed,
loiter behind cliffs. Shadows
form female face, in lakes fringe.
Legends tell of mature curse
deceitful waters, ensnare.
Unbalanced minds,
death plunging
simulate barnacle geese ~
to inherit her beauty.
Copyright © Joanna Feltham | Year Posted 2020
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