Written by Line Monique Gauthier |
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Random strangers crossing in the street

Namaste she said to me

Hands joined as she nodded her head

Engaging my heart without deviating

Arrow straight to my soul

Stood out unlike anyone else

I could tell her heart was pure

She was coming from a place of peace

Her soul untroubled and serene

Her eyes vast expanses of gentleness

That was it

Her gift


And she walked away


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Form of Poetry

Free verse

Author: Line Monique Gauthier
I started writing poetry as a teenager and the passion for it flourished since retiring. I also dabble in photography, watercolour and acrylics. I created what I call Flash Memory Therapy. I am an active member of Haiku Canada and My poetry is down-to-earth and meant to be understood as opposed to impress with hifalutin words.
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