Thoughts whisper tales of what has been,
In tenses old, a faded scene.
To pierce that veil, a conscious plea,
Drop mind's chatter, and simply be.
Let senses bloom, a vibrant hue,
The world unfolds, forever new.
Embrace the touch, the scent, the sound,
Where present moments can be found.
And as they rise, both sharp and sweet,
The pang of pain, the pleasure's...
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