Mind the minor gaps in memory –
traverse across them as dust
caught in twilights gaze.
Behold regret
found in spaces between the light.
Take a walk with awareness
and embrace time,
a gift from an Indian giver.
Find freedom in the chaos of a windy mind, let go.
Soar up, and away like a kite.

About ShySpark

I blog, I garden, I eat cheeseburgers, and sometimes I travel. But mostly I just write poetry...
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