Unseen
Ah! But to be unnoticed
But to be in the shadows of
life's living day by day
To be the veiled spectator
of a father cutting grass and
a child in the sandbox-
To witness these normal things
normal people do on a normal day
is pure ecstasy to one who
glides past all like an unseen
wind.
Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2012
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