I am that which cannot be contained within words, stories nor descriptions of neither deep derision nor high praise. The melodious symphony; the amorous love song; nor the strikingly hued painting further capture that with which I am. I am more. And I am also less. I am that which is beyond your and my own understanding. And that is how it most certainly was meant to be...
Who are you?
sage mahosadha
Loving Kindness
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I am the afterthought after the contradiction. I am the brainstorming before one of my poems. I leave particles behind in the wind. I gain some, I lose some. Intriguing people with beautiful thoughts evoke the flow of writing which helps me discover who I might be.
:-)
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