Kindred Poem by Lydia Thacker

Kindred

Rating: 3.5


A face shines
through the mist,
a haze of
second rate failure
and good intentions.

I find its purity puzzling,
startling with its smile
and calm demeanor.

A kindred spirit it seems,
floating above the
club rock power
and expensive clothing.

Unique eyes lock with my own
as if they know me.

My heart sings a name.

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