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Conversations (XII) — to pictures I’ve not taken

Conversations (XII) — to pictures I’ve not taken

Your face. The moon through the branches of days.
Morning sprouts from the top of the tree
And brings light down to earth.

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This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged JS, late fall, light, love, moon, trees on December 20, 2016 by Jeff Schwaner.

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