Moments of grace
A sense of delight in maturity one can find in some wrinkled smiles,
souls who have been walking at the shore of riches with the sky in miles.
They carry the memories in enchanted experiences as treasure,
sensing the aesthetic beauty of delicate might forever.
Gentle waves by the sea of thoughts merging with the sky of eternity,
attracted to the light of change creating a sense of constant maternity.
The wondrous ecstasy without fears is this magic now,
taking the giving force with colours in heart and gratitude of bow.
Touching others with simple presence and awareness,
breaking down limitation and revealing only sacredness.
Those living soul can reach far into the light of afterglow to amaze,
taking the invigorating senses to frequencies of a refined maze.
Soothing word and delicate whispers that tickle the receptive ear,
tantalizing images from long ago, rekindled becoming so dear.
A graceful smile acknowledged by my soul as mine to keep,
thank you graces person that you crossed my path of leap.
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