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Subtle pangs
once was of yesterday
fades away to background noise
the poise in rebalance
a cadence finding new notes
she totes their love
in secondhand bags
The changed man
surrenders to golden cord
the lord of perched light
faith and sacrifice
his entrusted wind
this bliss of stillness
the hallowed skin they touch
a rush of mute witness
Spiritual soul mates
drawn to embrace
the grace of Heaven’s gaze
obeying their every breath
the next step
still waits before them
while, their poise finds rebalance
a cadence trapping new notes
will he tote the bags with her?
