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an ill-fitted halo
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"An Ill‑Fitted Halo"
tilted— never quite resting
where the light intends
edge catching on stray hairs
like thoughts
that refuse to be tamed
a slip of brightness
sliding into my eyes blinding,
not blessing
I walk with it anyway—
crooked grace
clinking faintly in the wind
sometimes it spins
like a coin still deciding
which face to show the world
and sometimes
it is only shadow remembering
the gold it once held
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A nice cadence
This poem runs so nicely tumbling down to the end. Tilted Halo but I walk with it anyway. Great lines.
Thanks so much dear poet.
Thanks so much dear poet. Most grateful for your visit and valued words.
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