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An Osmosis
Through an osmosis of a kind
I came to know her in a way,
Saw her in photos and sketches,
Heard her in songs, bits of music,
Followed her ups and downs
In colors and shades and giggles
On notes, letters and tea leaves,
Felt her warm tears dropping
One by one in her lonely hours,
And somehow in this lovely life
Embodied on earth with the memory
Of how things really work all but
Temporarily forgotten, I’m awash in
The tide of mystic emotion,
Tethered to the thought of
This magical woman sailing
A generation away.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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