Charcoal Soul

By J.Lynne Moore

In the shadows,
Where she lives,
No one knows,
The joy it gives.

The echoes bounce,
And speak her name;
This is her favorite,
Lonely game.

No more longing,
For an earthly touch;
She has no use,
For the lover’s crutch.

The passage of time,
Has no hold,
On her charcoal soul,
In the face of death, so bold.

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