Without Remorse Poem by Joan Woodbridge

Without Remorse

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Is it anyway of moment
that the lateral wind
may never brush again
in turn our sided faces?

that our fourfold footfall
may never again
scatter thin
the city summer's
leftover leaves?

that those
dark inconstant rooms
will give themselves again
and again
to other faces?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Poet Of The River 16 December 2012

two sides to every coin, and two truths to every story. I like how his was written. You have a unique style. keep it up. you are good.

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Joan Woodbridge

Joan Woodbridge

Flint, Michigan
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