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August 26, 2013

by Stephen Damon

Some have painted you

in colors of sunrise


others have portrayed you

in the black and white of moonlight.


My hands are not steady

to hold a brush


and I have never seen you

but when I hear the shadows

of your wings each night


I can feel your nearness

and paint its image

in the darkness of my being.




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