Often
on the way out the door
to work
on a beautiful beaming day,
I'd say
with my eyes closed
and warm beams on my face,
"If only I had more time
to appreciate this."
Now
here I am
no longer working,
sitting out on my porch
on a Saturday morning
and the day doesn't quite feel
the same as it once did
back when
I could only see it
in
passing.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
कविताBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
