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Poetry Critical 2.0
Hey guys, Donald here.
In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.
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|Touched Her Face|
Touched Her Face
By Uriah Lee Hamilton
I pray beneath streetlights
To find the light within myself;
I kiss holy books and letters she wrote
In the belief that life is sacred mystery.
Every day is an unknown journey;
Maybe our life will remain routine,
Maybe we will veer off into a nightmare or dream.
Perhaps, I’m shallow:
I only want to listen to music
And to smell the fragrance of her hair,
To exist in a place of flowers.
Anymore, I’m always on the verge tears
For no definable reason
And I can no longer discern
If I’m happy or sad.
If I disappear tomorrow,
It will be as if I never breathed
In this fragile place,
But a part of me believes
I’ve reached her heart
And touched her face.
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