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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Posted on Friday March 28, 2025
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William Sutherland said:
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Annemarie said:
Happy Sunday!