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Poem: Astound Me

When I allow you

To astound me

Beauty becomes

The currency we exchange

In an economy

Of wonder

Where magic is the fibre

Of the language we speak

Each word an incantation

That sings of the awe

Of our human divine

A gentle crescendo

Activating within us

The no more distant

Field of

Forgotten possibilities

As if they had always

Been there

Reminding us

That in our forgetting

We had simply

Lost our connection

To majesty.

- Ushmi DK Dosaja



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