Immaterial Losses (4)

Angels on the morning bus
Graciousness amassing
Windows sweet and light with cream
Images in passing

Castles that we build in thought
Into life are leaking
One day glance returned and then
Two of us are speaking

People meeting changing lives
Common and empirical
As the daily coursing sun
And every bit

The miracle

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