Jun 25, 2018
Photo & Poem: Saying Her Name
Photo & Poem: Saying Her Name
As you say her name, your voice drops deep, a tight raspy croak. Not haunted with loss, but shaken with awe to ever be gifted such a
mare. A few brief years in the span of a human life is time enough give a face character. You lift your chin, pale lips giving way to smile-lines
under the brim of a hat, bright true eyes with white-linen wrinkles fanning onto cheeks, not weathered by sun, but war…
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