Sensing Life
If I was dead
I would never again
Smell the freshness
Of light rain
Mingling with the morning air;
I would never again
Feel the glorious sensation
Of sand
Between my toes;
I would never again
Hear your voice
Like cool water
Flowing down
My parched dry throat;
I would never again
Taste the sweetness
Of plump juicy berries
Still warm from the sun;
I would never again
See the sun set on the horizon
Painting the sky
In glorious shades
Of pinky-orangey-yellow …
If I had not made the decision
To listen to that barely existent
Oh so quiet voice
In the stillness of my soul
I would never again
Be.
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