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The portrait

I’ve looked at that image
A million times …

Held it to my face
Deeply inhaled

Closed my eyes
Felt the softness

Under my touch
Through my fingers

With tears in my eyes
Kissed it gently

As if I could extract
His very essence

A silent prayer
An unholy plea

Seeing him there
Standing before me ~

©2013 jillterry

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