Sensation
There is this feeling,
A certain, golden feeling
That every being knows of,
But cannot quite grasp.
It is there,
It was there,
It will always be there.
It always has been,
But only at certain times
Can you feel it.
It is gone,
It was gone,
It has always been gone.
It always will be,
But only at certain times
Can you not feel it
Autumn, it is fading.
Fading away.
It has been fading
For quite some time.
Winter has hidden it
In a place where
No being has found it.
Spring is eager,
Eager and anxious.
We have been waiting
For quite some time.
Summer, it is here.
Though no being notices
Until,
Then it is gone.
No being can
Truly appreciate it.
We let it slip by
Without a care.
We do not know
That it has been there,
Been here,
Until it is gone.
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Holding On While Letting Go
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've been writing since September of 2013 about various topics--my life, the world, love, things that are important to me, meaningful to me. What will they mean to you, if anything at all? Will my efforts have been in v...
