In stillness I watch,
Eyes shut open,
Not a sound or notch,
Senses unbroken.
I see the world,
Her movements and her ways,
Stories untold,
That unfold every day.
Her subtle changes,
Her rhythm of life,
Her beauty that ranges,
From joy to strife.
Unblind with a key,
I see her all,
The world and her mystery,
Her rise and her fall.
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end.
Category: Free Verse Poetry
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