Poem 19-1

Michael Preston, Glyphs Member

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Seconds hold still,

The set vision

Of two souls

Gaze,

 

A thousand cities,

Earth shifted,

Tides, storms,

Ages,

Yet they find each other

Here,

Now

 

Nations rise

Only to

Collapse in

Crossed bridges,

Shattered worlds,

Yet the pieces

Are set

 

They share

The air they breath,

The ground they roam,

The soft night sky,

Tattered with ancient light

 

Gentle looks,

Soft steps,

A question,

And an answer.

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