..I even touched the fragrance to feel it
I caught sunshine in my clenched fists
I kissed the moonlight
I saw dark shadows in the sun
I spoke conversationally with winds
I witness all aspects of sounds
I hear melodies of thoughts
I spun faces from melodies
I saw reflection of color
I saw color of reflections I saw lakes in drops
But couldn't find a drop in the lake
What to find what to see what to think
Thoughts are seen
Images are thoughts
I appreciate nature in wonder
The poet in me silenced in surprise
Thoughts of you are blinding
Image of you completely stilling
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