Transcending
A myriad of faces from infinite places,
Each lost in the thought of your eyes,
Echoes of past moving so fast,
One born every second one dies,
A timeline of specks,
That appears so complex,
Yet for me it’s so natural to see,
As I look through your faces,
From so many places,
I know that it’s here we must be.
wM
Copyright © Warren Marc | Year Posted 2019
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