Whatever they were intended to be
they landed just right.Tumbling dice,
facets both sharp and ethereal, in a
shared moment of recognition which
brought out the best of the bad times.
We were both the smoke and the light
while it lasted, and we could forget our
same and sorry days of hard emotions,
when hope was diluted by best interests,
to let words flow effortlessly. Like water.
Tony Noon
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