Evening. He shuffled along golden sands
winding widgets like a thief planning
burglary. He paused near the moss green
mangrove roots plaited through shallows in black
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he struggles
to forget the pain of humiliation
and scars of solitude, but history's
hieroglyphs can be read on dark frames. peering through misty eyes.. very fine poem with great images and symbols.. thank you dear poet. tony
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he struggles to forget the pain of humiliation and scars of solitude, but history's hieroglyphs can be read on dark frames. peering through misty eyes.. very fine poem with great images and symbols.. thank you dear poet. tony