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RE: Face in a Crowd

in #poetry6 years ago

There are some chasing looks, some faces, some smells, some voices, @johnjgeddes. Like marks that we carry on our skin, they are traces of memory that speak to you. Among all the faces, one that is like a light in the dark. But in this case that face does not come to stay but is the image that blurs in the night, that is lost, that leaves you the feeling of emptiness and orphanhood. Nice night for you.

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Sometimes life is as Shakespeare says, love's labour lost - we wonder if that face in the crowd was real or a trick of memory - either way, we're haunted