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"Random Patterns And Faces" by Joe DiMino
Interesting how we do see faces in most patterns. In the lace
of curtains, some woven with intent some not-yet they are there.
Also in the dance of breezed leaves and blossoms, smiling, then
frowning, as if to say, what expression do you seek?-have you
not seen all faces before? In the spaces of loneliness, in the
fields of buried dead-stones bare of blossoms, forgotten while
wasted warmth passed till a chill of memory awakened a heart to
what could have been. Ah! Those sculpted, iron gates…as we
come and go…quiet passing alone will or will not show; let
us enter and exit trumpeting our courage and faith-and as the
poet is to well learn, leaving behind, if nothing else, at the
least our attempts to find love.
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