By: Bruce Mundhenke

In that moment there was beauty,
That words could never tell,
Born out of a longing,
The gift, a gift of joy,
Eternal gift,
Not to be forgotten,
By the giver or receiver,
A present that binds
Our past and future
Into now,
And brings a gladness
And a sadness both somehow.

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Bruce Mundhenke lives in a small town in Illinois. He writes poetry and short fiction.