Contemplation
the
invisible
eludes
detection
and yet
can be heard
in
the
quiet
of the heart:
this
inmost
art
will o' wisp,
a
puzzle
comes
to us
at
will
but
is
never
ours
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2019
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