The hands that held me tremble.
The arms that lifted, fall.
Angelic flesh, now parchment,
is held together with gauze.
But her undimmed eyes still embrace me;
there infinity can be found.
I can almost believe such unfathomable love
will still reach me, underground.
('The Greatest of These' by Michael R. Burch)
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"Poetry is the unveiling of all things beautiful, ugly, and real under ectoplasmic gauze and glamour mists or raw and in your face, presenting an underlying hidden truth, but always with passion and an underlying presence of truth." (LadyLabyrinth, aka Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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"Poetry is the unveiling of all things beautiful, ugly, and real under ectoplasmic gauze and glamour mists or raw and in your face, presenting an underlying hidden truth, but always with passion and an underlying presence of truth." (LadyLabyrinth, aka Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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