Saturday, 4 November 2017

An art.

To me there seems a clunkiness,
Like cogs that don’t quite fit.
Do others sense it too,
Or is it just from where I sit?
Am I the only one on edge?
Is the awkward just in me?
Do they see a calm, clear, ocean,
Where I view a choppy sea?
I see only through my eyes,
Feel only through my heart.
I am guessing others experience,
Because honesty is an art.

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