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Aug 2016
Two eyes on the surface of the glass like pond
Do they see me, are they watching?
Quiet and alone I feel tranquillity
Imagining the four legs wide with long spread toes
Floating as on a cloud
Totally suspended without effort
The sun is bright and warm
The pond being small must be the same
I feel like we are the only 2 living beings left on earth
Not a fly, bird in the sky or animal
Suspended in time neither of us move
What could change this moment?
I hear it now, bussing around me
Swooping over the pond, like lightening lunch delivered
The ripples mesmerising
No longer any eyes to look at
I am alone
Not always great at titles.
True Passion
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True Passion  Toronto
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