freshness...
firefly existence
potential...
soul of many mirrors
beginnings...
strength of convictions
hold close those thoughts
that show the way
*
In those moments of solitude
the light remains
you feel the pressure
of what you’ve become
the center of your life is found
*
in quiet reminders
of those colors that remain
between the breath in
and the exhale
*
there is single touch to be made
electricity
then peace
and the final answer
is now known
Corner of My Solitude
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Copyright 2002
Patrick M. O’Neil
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Reference: Collection 18, Poem ID= 205