There was a time, I met three little girls
These children never talked or asked or heard
Three deaf girls can only see the world
For they can never hear a single bird
'Tis a mystery to me, the peace they find
They only hear each other through their thoughts
The single thought that passes through their mind
A single sound that these three girls were taught
Their happiness leaves loneliness to drown
For happiness through suffering is theirs
They wear their hardships and losses like crowns
Atop their heavy heads and cov'ring hair
The love these girls shared was a mystery
Those girls, their love rewrote our history
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Sonder: a Miscellany
Short StorySonder ~ The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own-populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness-an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an an...
