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You come to me, in thoughts

Micro-glimpses or expressions  

Touches, like an unseen breeze

In that so fashionable- youness

A zephyr in a mystical presence  

From the very day you born

As of late, too often, I stumble

Inside this existence shadowing me

Throughout this stuck of a circle

And as the world turns itself by

Like the sun, moon, and yesterdays

None of which I command or catch  

Factually I’m an unknown witness

In a tragic period of my own …life


Poet of the Light © 2022


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