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Absolution.

 

Raindrops
quivering upon cheeks
warmed by the throb
of an ancient wound,
a love unknown,
their rivulets
meandered 
across flesh
marked by a
wisdom
reaped through
the fissures
of time.

Glistening
are her tears
with the scars
of yesterday,
the joys of today,
and the promise
of tomorrow
as she dances,
at last unbound,
beneath the slice

of half moon’s glow.

 


36 replies »

  1. Phoebe, once again a stunning poem, and a beautiful painting that looks like a perfect match.

    These lines I love:

    “a love unknown,
their rivulets
meandered across flesh
marked by a wisdom
reaped through
the fissures
of time.”

    Such passion in your words, very happy to read them.

    Stephen

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