standing on the pavement
a cool, dark, quiet street
silence stirring my sleeping soul
tugging memories, ancient and raw
a slow breeze lovingly caressing
a cheek remembering fondly life's gay touch
loneliness pantomimed, as moving through
a painting, broad brush-strokes and colours swirled
to be swallowed whole by the night sky
the moon's soft eye gazing in wonder
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