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Stranger Passing Through
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Stranger Passing Through

Poem By Jane Sparkes

See you stranger with your eyes that measure, take notes and absorb my reality.
A strange place discovered, call it middle ground or no-mans land.
Funny that where no man treads a woman is safe but unaffected, no woman wants this anonymity, this vacuum.
So onwards into new regions we wander.
Friend, foe, lover or fiend, how do I know where you will end.
See my soul and all it is saying to you; see my boundaries and the key to pass through.
Defended warily we all endear to find the man that we won’t fear.
A love that grows and flows through lives until onwards discoveries shattering most satisfyingly til early love gets wise and dies.

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Jane, nice piece of poetry. Enjoyed. Regards, Ian