Unseen Connections
Hearing, but not truly listening,
Points flicker like fireflies, elusive, fleeting,
A dance of light that’s hard to catch and hold.
I yearn to be heard, yet I must learn to listen,
Let the words unfold, not just aim and win.
To coax the point, let it take flight and grow.
Then, perhaps, we’ll find a common ground,
Where understanding blooms, where meanings are found.
A dance of light that’s hard to catch and hold.
To Coax the point, let it take flight and grow.
The End
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