I have seen the face
of human kindness
kindness
is the young girl
backpack strewn
on the grass
sitting
criss-cross
petting
a stray cat
knowing nothing
of possession
just longing to
give some comfort
even if it's just
in p a s s i n g
I think we all yearn
for this sort of
transient love
not earned, but freely given
not everlasting, but meaningful
the simplest of exchanges
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