The Peach Face In The Clouds From The West Poem by Anthony Dawson

The Peach Face In The Clouds From The West

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I saw your face,

the peach face;

hands cupped to wash as if early morning;

then you disappeared into the fringes of aqua.

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Anthony Dawson

Anthony Dawson

Camperdown, Sydney
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