the perfect moment....

Walking through the woods,
surrounded by people of all kind,
moving here, there, everywhere,
being pulled by a feeling of knowingness,
as though following a divine plan,
eyes that were wandering,
stopped suddenly,
as if not willing to move any farther,
as if the moment was frozen in eternity,
when they rested on a face,
so new, yet familiar.

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Comments

jennifer | February 10, 2010 - 17:47

'frozen' is the past tense of 'to freeze'

Great image created, though, by the poem.

J x

fieryfiredragon | February 11, 2010 - 04:39

thanks again, your comments are lovely and helpful, I would love to read your work!!!!