her face

Moon rising over the Ponte Vecchio bridge, Florence, Italy
her face

that face she shows the world
you know the one
it shouts ‘together’ and strong
smart and capable

that face fades out of view 
you know how come
she wore it way too long 
under the surface, mostly misunderstood

that face she holds in her hands, 
presses it to her heart
allows it to soften
and dissolve like a morning mist

her face flowers in the light
her true essence rising 
like the moon across the night sky  

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