Sandra Newitt Poems

White is the immaculate reflection of our own impurity
Black is where the dark suasion rouse when betrayal beckoned the heart
Grey is the confusion felt in the wake of its incarnation, mouldering blame devolved.
Light is the touch that relieves the heart by gentle refraction broken
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This is the hand that cools your brow
Here are the lips that kiss away your tears
Here are the eyes that soothe your soul
And here is the cheek that feels the vibration of your heart beat
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