It's A Harsh Light Time Gives Faces Poem by Patti Masterman

It's A Harsh Light Time Gives Faces



It's a harsh light time gives faces;
More with shadow, than with sun.
More's unsaid now than gets spoken,
Countless mysteries are begun.

It's a mute pain, in the lines there,
Where freedom once sang, far away.
But on some lost day, things get counted;
Some faces waiting, more silent springs.

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