With the Blank Faces
Her gait strides past me with captivation
Nothingtheless howling with tranquility;
That tranquil soul lingers with inevitably.
The forcing blow left me in a billowing nation,
Pondering this thought ‘is this my revelation?’
The next unique soul has an intruding pace
In a decelerated motion unlike her peers.
Although the great wall of wind interferes,
Who could dare replace
Our hearts embrace?
Copyright © Lennon Hammett | Year Posted 2021
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