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| Slipping behind the structure that binds |
| us as a society common: |
| Is a rhythm, delicate, |
| beyond the silence - too often named; |
| so full in fact |
| of colours, sound, movement, feeling, |
| it will startle you into |
| marvelling, just how simple the |
| world had seemed, |
| before your senses appeared |
| in the space we now |
| share a smile, |
| because we know, |
| no!, we feel, |
| this place so real |
| beyond even the structure of words |
| I revert to |
| to allure |
| a sensation |
| in the broader |
| World |
| of |
| Love. |
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© Sara Smerdon |