I trace the edge, not center bright,
In shadowed form and soft twilight.
The outline holds what eyes can’t see—
A hint of love, a mystery.
The sketch of life, in whispered lines,
Reveals more truth than grand designs.
Not what is said, but what’s implied—
That’s where the soul and heart reside.
–Michael (Dark fiction. Author of SEETHINGS (the first book), free for a limited time)
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