How often is it
That the world stops to let us listen
To its heartbeat?
We so often forget
Of the pulsing expanse around us,
Breathing, alive.
Perhaps it is a bit sad
That it takes tragedy to
Tune our hearing for a short while.
But for as long as this heightened silence persists,
We should listen to the palpitations
And remember the lusciousness that has hovered at the edge of our consciousness.
It never disappeared, we just forgot.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
