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I wear my heart displayed upon my face.
Attentive readers find their meaning there,
Where feelings thought too deep to be embraced
Can shine demurely where they do not scare.As Freud observed we’re never quite disguised
Betrayal is our body’s real motif
The message comes conspicuous from the eyes..
Bright sparkles or our tears of blackest grief.The answer to a question seemly leaps
So Yes or No is visibly revealed.
The blush that spreads so fast across the cheeks,
Both bold and shy, unable to conceal.Your face tells me you lied when “Love” you wrote.
Yet let us part with song as we are poets.
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Beautiful and sad, love your inclusion of Freud. 🙂 Cheers, and thanks for listing me there in such great company, Brenda
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We are all part of the web of words….:)
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True! Glad to be intertwined with your strand. Cheers, Brenda
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