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The mystics of human nature

Tend to be elusively misunderstood

Whilst I logically understand

I’m amazed that it really happens

Overtly catching myself- looking

As if I’m waiting for your return

As if I expect to hear your voice

As if I’ve captured a mere glimpse

Of your presence, however brief

I suppose in part, it’s expected

When you really love others- forever

When you believe, they’ll find a way

To reach out, affirming love’s faith       

Affirming we’re still… with them


Poet of the Light © 2022


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