Your Face In The Scudding Cloud Poem by Suzette Richards

Your Face In The Scudding Cloud

I search for your face in the scudding cloud.
The fresh offshore sea breeze tucks at my hair,
The timber of your voice, in tearful shroud.
I search for your face in the scudding cloud,
too painful to watch couples walking proud—
the memory of you at heartstrings tear.
I search for your face in the scudding cloud.
The fresh offshore sea breeze tucks at my hair.

Your Face In The Scudding Cloud
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