Presence

Presence is a commodity

That the richest man

Could never buy,

The ultimate present of time

Are the pleasant memories

That stroll by,

Bask in the serenity of life,

Baskets of flashbacks inclines

As negative vibes demise

Amidst the purple sea

Of sublime dreams

And shallow tides,

Free as butterflies after

Metamorphosis arise,

Presence keeps wisdom

Within the wise just as

Wings keep birds in

The sky while the moon

Keeps the earth occupied

Throughout the night

Until the sun arise

– Nick F. Hawkins

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