Never lonely
We are insensitive to that which we see but do not feel,
and to what we feel and cannot really see.
And to those we love but do not know,
and to the ones we know and do not love.
Sometimes we are lonely creatures,
but are not alone.
And sometimes we are alone but never lonely.
And in other times we are all dressed up with nowhere to go.
The coolness in the water of a well,
would not to be as refreshing 'less
it were to quench parched lips?
A single bird winging into the depths of the horizon would not be a beautiful freedom,
'less seen by man?
There are endless wonders we may never be there to see,
but only then to look into our hearts and souls,
where it all takes place,
unfolding into view.
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Provokes the imagination, and is also so true.
Mary
Each word pulled me along, wistfully innocent and wise, showing me new things.