Those Changes Of The Heart

there is a better grip on all those
that we have not seen

we hope for what is not yet here
strange matters of these hands

the past had always been different
the future doubtful

what is here always teaches us
mixed up, we cry we smile,

sometimes we are frozen
then thawed and so fluid

then we are happy we are blinded
moves on with nothing but feelings.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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