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Vision

.
You'd find me in a crowd of many,
maybe countless,
reaching out to take a piece.

Didn't count you picking me;
my hand you'd be taking,
those eye's
emerald,
looking,
speaking many things to be remembered,
though it's connection be true
as silent as a secret breeze
like leaves falling gently back to earth
disguised by it's randomness to any
other soul traveler as they witness the
me and you at its perceived conception,

Though its beginnings go way back
beyond there thinking,
their imagination corrupted
maybe not so understanding.

But I'd not get lost,
fall,
lose my line of sight

In these visions of you and I
my reasoning goes beyond a satisfactory conclusion,
though the perplexity of the moment to give worrisome
thought on many a mind without the love connection as we found.