Buried in my Heart



Buried in my Heart


Heraclitus's waters,
time passes dragging its back
between the edges 
of polished stones...
my shadow falters

trees shed their leaves
as do faces perpetuated 
in old photographs...
my newest face
diluted in the stream

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