Night collapses
into day—the ferry
is free. A frame
for this lake
sky after a May frost
would cost more
than all the gold
in a guardian angel’s halo,
could not capture
the moment I choose
to turn fully around.
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Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
“could not capture
the moment I choose
to turn fully around.”
ahhh, but what can capture those moment when we decide to become what we truly are? they are not on photos, nor mantlepieces, only in out hearts.
great poem!! (:
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Absolutely. Thanks.
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