Norma wrote this poem because of what she is experiencing in South Africa. I liked it and thought that I would share.
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Faces
From round to lean
From lily white to ebony
Dimples that make you grin
Deep dark frowns
Shimmering smiles
Eyes fiery with tightly curled lashes
Eyes grey and tired
Race by
Stroll by
Eyes meet and recognize, with fascination, the other.
This happens daily here in PE. Streams of faces I meet while walking!
