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By Myriah Keays (unjudged submission)

Pale as the lilies that bloom
Silver moonlight illuminates his echo
Hovering above the endless marsh

Damp ropes of charcoal hair
Hang limp around his sallow face
Framed with rivulets of streaming water

Dressed in rags he flickers
Bound by reeds and feathered ferns
A mute, eternal guardian

His gaping eyes reflect the past
Encapsulating all that was
Two sinkholes never-ending

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