A Mosaic of Random Moments

Apricot colored rose pedals, hidden among fallen leaves

Staring at red walls, losing count of bricks, only to begin again

The sound of fountain water, finding freedom, whistling in the air

A sleeping shadow, slowly places an arm around my shoulder as the sun’s arc begins it’s descent

Searching for answers, a wise man’s eyes, watches and waits

Footprints in the sand, erased by the incoming tide, my walk continues without a guiding hand

A mosaic of random moments, pieces perfectly fit together, viewed from a distance, a portrait of me


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