- Vol. 03
- Chapter 12
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Image by Werner Stuerenburg
Her Face
resembles my facewhere blue
leads to winter
to a room
that's ashen
that settles
where nettles
obscure
though my eye
finds a clearing
a window
nearing brilliance
and blue shifts to sky.
Her face
resembles my face
but only in winter
for Camus
taught me well:
In the midst
of winter
I found
within me
an invincible
summer.
And that
makes me happy.
And that's
where I dwell.