Revealed

Drop a clue

Into the blue horizon

Dance on the soft surface

Of my earthly reminisce.

Close the door.

Lay on the floor.

Call her name

Into the halls of memory.

Rest your mind.

Relax your spine.

Render your key

With a softly whispered plea.

Then oh so gently,

Tell me what you see.

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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