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Kaitlyn Marbeck Poem
Worlds on worlds, colliding and imploding,
Not a care, nor a stare, the wind flowing.
River like a mirror, between realities,
Around the rolling path, like rain to deities.
Bountiful hills and valleys depart,
Small luxuries never far apart,
Feelings flowing, while becoming familiar.
In a world of worlds, too good and delinear,
A world only seen, when two combine,
Belief is beyond, when you are mine.
All other worlds are gone, if only for a short while.
Twas good to see you, in a mirror, in a tile.
Copyright © Kaitlyn Marbeck | Year Posted 2023
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