GOLD AND CHARCOAL

Memories old and new

Rekindling the forgotten moments.

Faces keep streaming by

With the turn of every page.

Her face lights up on seeing itself,

Her soul, pure and innocent

Searches itself in that face.

“Look, gold and charcoal.”

Everyone laughs.

Two heads close together.

One blonde and one black.

Memories, painful and sore

Rekindling the arduous moments.

Faces keep streaming by

With the turn of every page.

Faces, animated on seeing themselves.

And her soul, afflicted and adulterated

Searches itself in others’ faces.

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