Dependence of the leaf
on the sun's magical gold;
the aura of a fish
kept in a whirlpool of colour;
rumpled is the sea face
that meets up the horizon;
The pandemonium that prevails
when all three converge
brings us back
to the reality of existence;
The very breath we take,
the very blinks we make,
the very skin that tickles,
the very sounds we hear..
That is the human form
we have been bestowed,
acceptance without denial
is the blessing we could seek..
This poem has been written for the theme for this week's words on
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