Poem #7

Yeof
Nov 12, 2021
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7. (8-24-19, Route 202)

People are pulchritudinous

It fills my heart with happiness

Eye contact made in passing

A smirk, a glance away

It’s a moment of intimacy, fleeting

Creates longing, but pleasant

Our eyes may never again connect

But the imprint is warmth forever

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