Poem 147: Chasing Air

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Chasing Air

If something is barely visible...

Like a light cloud,
Shadows that silently slip across your wall,
A thought that lives in your mind but hardly in its entirety,
The unknown that sulks in your peripheral vision,
Potential love to give a person...

Is something not seen by the eye or mind, worth chasing at all?

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