These dim lights,
Flicker across her face –
Giving way to all,
Her little nuances,
Her subtle smiles,
And expressions –
Anger, hurt,
Love or laughter,
It bathes her,
In a certain shade
Of perfection,
As she runs hands –
Through tied back hair,
Removed from her face,
Like her makeup,
The side I alone get to see.
She knows not
That as she reads –
In dim light,
I see her more clearly,
Than she sees herself.
Kevin Brown © 14.08.2016
August 15, 2016 at 12:50 AM
Beautiful. How lovely to be truly seen. 🙂
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August 15, 2016 at 12:54 AM
Wonderfully written, as a blind-man see’s with a third eye blind!
i also see that you dropped in to have a read,
thank you,
chris
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August 15, 2016 at 4:36 AM
Fantastic, Kevin!
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August 15, 2016 at 6:39 AM
We need a Love button on here. This is very lovely.
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August 20, 2016 at 6:12 PM
So very well written…charming!
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August 20, 2016 at 6:25 PM
Thank you so much my friend 🙂
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August 20, 2016 at 6:55 PM
This is beyond what words can describe….. Beautiful
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August 20, 2016 at 7:02 PM
You are too kind. I’m glad you are enjoying my blog 🙂
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August 30, 2016 at 11:26 PM
Truly brilliant poem.
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