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Picture
How far must I go To take a picture of
my soul?
If I pace a city block
Surely I'll receive a shock;
Some window in some city wall
May hold the power to tell it all,
Some much-passed bench
Some oft-climbed stair
In right compose its Being share.
Its beauty waiting for my frame
May shyly, then with surge exclaim,
"I, too, unique do shed banal,
Surprise, impress, cause stillness, shall
For you, if you may look once more To form, to shade, to light my core
Reflect, and dance with heart aflame
As you my inward light un-name." .............................................................................................................
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