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Displaced

From point to point,
In front and behind,
Above and below,
The horizon runs,
From constant thought
To constant thought.

Far away
Your memory hidden
Behind the lines.

Although it was expected,
Your departure
Still surprised.
Like mist
On a winter's day.
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William Sutherland said:

Exceptional shot and poem!

Admired in: www.ipernity.com/group/tolerance
4 days ago

Annemarie said:

Great find

Happy Sunday!
2 days ago