A Poet's Vision

Deep are the present moments, they remain clear

lightly touched are the eyes that hold them

smudge by the fragrance like cotton’ deeply marked secrets

sought out thoroughly by the mind

the heart to hear it moan, its’ peep

and silence to lure back its’ souls

where the wondering first began

1% miracles

95% frivolous things

2 of them dreams of a better future

1 more for the ways things were

none but none have yet to be taken

the present and the moment still

awaits untold ~Kindness sis Krissy

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