Displaced
From point to point,
In front and behind,
Above and below,
The horizon curves,
From constant thought
To constant thought.
Far away
Your memory hidden
Behind the circle.
Although it was expected,
Your departure
Still surprised.
Like mist
On a winter's day.
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Taken on Friday December 1, 2023
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Posted on Sunday May 12, 2024
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William Sutherland said:
Admired in: www.ipernity.com/group/tolerance
Roger Bennion said:
Superb poem too.
Steve Bucknell said: