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WRITTEN... UNSEEN... UNNOTICED
One may not always see
the hand touching the bare
arms of this poem
or hear the serrated misery
in the sound of leaves crushing
against the asphalt road.
Everything else
is obscured
unless you let one listen
to the sound of wind
and how one beholds it
with nothing there.
Hi Sweetie,
What a touching write! I have just started a new site here and you were the last to comment in my old guestbook. I was not sure if I had ever returned you visit. I look forward to getting to know you better.
Please drop in on me when you can and have your volume on. I know some do not like to read with music but give me a chance. LOL I grow on you in time, really I do.
Have a great evening. Now I am off to find at least one more of the person that is you.
Blessings,
Lesa
aka
Aspiring Angel
made me curious about beholding the wind w/nothing there. w/o sight and sound, would be hard to behold, eh? i can't even imagine. interesting.