Venerable aunt. I am sure at the time it all seemed colorfully Unremarkable; That life seemed So simple. Sadly, almost Reliably, my mind skips over the Quickening of hope all too often, forgetting the Pensiveness required for the patience and plodding Of calming glacial pacing, a reminder that slow Nature, slow Movements, are the crux of Life: Hope, manifested. The sweetest Kisses, too, — like strawberry Jam that touches the tongue and Intercepts the Halting beauty felt deep in the Gut for
Fervent and Enthusiastic Devotion to the Catalyst, sweeten the Beauty of the initial Aspiration —— honor the cherished, beloved affirmation: the poet’s heart-felt desire for hope in action.
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