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If you are a poet and you didn't even know it
Curious
Curious is the one who seeks
The comfort of those who hide,
Under arms made of warmth
While we are left behind.
But on occasion
We are found—
Held tight,
Arms bracing our souls
Like roots holding trees.
We were not lost,
Just forgotten to some degree,
Helplessly, gracefully
Seeking curiosity.
May today become tomorrow,
For we seek what others lost:
A sound, a touch,
A piece of humanity.
Like glory, we climb;
Like birds, we fly—
Endlessly, endlessly,
Endlessly.
Yet we are still seeking,
Yet some still hide,
Yet the whispers never end.
Curious, be it so:
Held in arms and warmth—
Don’t hide
Find happiness within yourself,
because anything that depends on someone else
is often only temporary.
(Kejora.in.silence)
