Little Ponders

Carefully does it, my little ponders,
upon this tide of a warm ambered moonset, sprinkled with hope and innocent smile sequins, dancing high above life’s smog and misery,
quiet in refrain, and waiting for karma to shake her delicate tightrope of questions from answers,
asking to where we are heading, or where we truly belong…..

© Nick Hawkins, all poetry rights reserved 2017

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