gentle words, harsh ones
loud words, quiet ones
all telling us something..
they are golden moments
Rare, precious and fleeting..
changing us - enlightening us -
parts of each one
making a whole..
freeing, growing and all knowing
we won’t walk this way again..
are you present
or just there..
really seeing and aware of all the love and care
that fill the atmosphere..
It is that air that fills our lungs with love, joy and despair..
I choose to care
I’ll let your chaos be my beauty..
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