Poem – wavering wonder

something precious

passes over us

as we bud

from offspring

to fully ripened beings,

and that is

to have our eyes beheld

by the wonders of the world,

to marvel upon the moon

in awe,

to be star struck

by the milky way,

to be in romance

with nature,

without craving to know

all the answers

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May you awaken
May you see clearly
May you be love

Take care ♥

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