I see her face in strangers as they pass
A silhouette, a turn of hand
Momentarily a pause confusing time
Whilst hope is captured yet again
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a very good image here...a poem that will last long in your mind...congrats, thomas!
I see her face in strangers as they pass A silhouette, a turn of hand... we are strangers in this world and even donot self also... strange is it? very good write with deep thoughts.... read mine my friend in mirror, , , inflamed mind, , butterflies around