Thursday, June 18, 2015

poem of the day June 18


A antique silhouette
ovaled into a small keepsake frame
worn bare from fondling
A young woman with a long braid
dead so many lives ago
Only a glimpse of her now
Her inviting half smile given  freely
perhaps to some soldier
A reminder of love lost
within the struggle
Something rubbed raw
between morals and man

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