Doubt

here she comes
she is an empty space
a packet of air
she can be warm
during the rainy days
she can be cold
during summer
she completes our day
she is a compliment
to light
she is half of what
is there
a compassionate sister
to sureness
of one's capacity to
understand
she sits besides us
when we are
lost and want to find
our original ways

i welcome her
she is....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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