I think I was searching for treasures or stones
in the clearest of pools
when your face...
__________when your face
like the moon in a well
where I might wish...
__________might well wish
for the iced fire of your kiss
only on water my lips, where your face...
where your face was reflected, lovely
not really there when I turned
to look behind at the emptying air
the emptying air
(Carol Ann Duffy)
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