Shadows hover over moonlit night.
Doubt seems scarce and the Future seems bright.
A gust of change pollinates the masses.
The world sits still as time simply passes.
A thoughtful gaze.
A wayward smile.
Thoughts run wild
Down an endless mile.
A poets job is never done.
At least one gets to have some fun….
Every once and a while.
Poetic Artist 
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