To see with eyes and listen with ears
is a blessing from the greatest engineer. 
but those needn't an eyes to see and ears to hear
are even blessed—for they know what's true and what's near. 

To feel with the heart and be touched by the words
sends swarm of butterflies, a flock, or even a herd. 
that of which feels greater than being blessed
by limbs to just sit and hands that allow viole...

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Would I, or will I ever be—
true as a poet writing, so— is she? 
would she hear or did she ever see, 
her words are sang with breath deeper than the sea. 

Echoing rooms or even around fools
solitary hues always kept her amused. 
despite the toxicity of being meek—
a tear she never sheds, for it akin to being weak. 

I hope she knew—
how her existence was as true
as how the daffodils w...

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