You travel the world the majority of your life
Mundane conversations with inconsequential people
The air you breathe
Until one day, your lungs burn hot and are immediately
Starved
In the most innocuous way she appeared
Unassuming and witty
A sense of self-worth and confidence
Wrapped in a beauty that leaves me without words
She could hold hers, or anyone’s, own
During conversations at the corner store, corner office
Or any intersection of the world
Like a Monet or Van Gogh
- I had to watch from a distance
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TrystanBehm (
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Comments1
LOL Excellent.... been there done that.... one of those where the earth stands still and u just go WOW!
I agree with Hood, you captured the moment.
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