I don’t know why, but
I’m looking
through faces
through ages
in mirrors
through pages
between the lines
betwixt my ears
in the turn of phrases
and held back tears
in unasked giving
in secret care
in a God forgiving
in a smile so rare
I don’t know why, but
I’m looking
through faces
through ages
in mirrors
through pages
between the lines
betwixt my ears
in the turn of phrases
and held back tears
in unasked giving
in secret care
in a God forgiving
in a smile so rare
Aremyfeetofftheground 
Ah ‘betwixt’, haven’t heard that one for a while!
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Love that poetic license….
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So, lovely Lee. (((Hugs))) my friend. 🙂 Happy VD!
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Happy happy, Beckie!
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