Tuesday, April 21, 2020

This Might Not Mean a Thing




Ripples in rain puddles erupting gratitude.
Mundane visions and every day 
kaleidoscopes are unicorns.
Some people are hiding. 
Some people are glowing with kindness,
and those are the people I wish I could hug.


~Tina Meeks
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