Hearts pass one another every moment.
But, at times, our windows make contact.
We share a brief sighting.
A brief ripple in hearts.
Sometimes our ripple is a colloquy.
It can give the feeling of being special
And maybe interesting.
A wonderful ripple.
Ripples grow and grow and grow.
Then, some fade, and some become tides.
Some hearts are added to our lives.
Some hearts pass us by.
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Poetry
Poetry~Poems~They're not just words on paper, they express feelings right to you~Beautiful Word Portraits~Mine, and others~ For my best poems, read the my newest ones. (The ones toward the bottom of the list)
