Singling patterns of joyful living corresponds with
peaceful endeavors along avenues of life.
Increasing feelings filter through the haze of regret,
turning tides of relief towards those of outward
happiness.
Searching faces of those passing by, looking for
comfortable attitudes of solace from ages ago.
Finding no reminders of their moments aging upon
their faces, watching mosaics creating themselves
in spaces of the moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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