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"Sometimes a poem is like an entry in a journal - the journal of life perhaps. Sometimes it is like a painting where the brushstrokes have the meaning and the image less so." - Allen Ansell Through the blue haze, With eyes squinting, Quite softly she asked 'So you finally came?' What was I to say? I was here beside her After what had seemed An eternal search. I decided to be silent - Her question rhetorical. I lay there prostrate And felt her touch my head. I was suddenly consumed With unconditional love. © Allen Ansell 2023
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