seeding-dandelion

Our souls
Remain a mystery to mankind
As we leave them behind
They have invisible secrets
That will linger forever

They say: there is this thing
That could mend
Without a touch

This thing,
Can it be touched by the hands?
And perceived by the eyes?
Is yet to be known

Can this thing hear?
The shattering of the hidden
That does not make noise while falling
Shows no sign on the outside of aching
Can it heal?

By Yagana

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