Seen yet unseen
flows like a river
seen yet unseen
touched yet untouched
the depth still and silent
seen yet unseen
touched yet untouched.
Making rhythmic ripples
that sway with the lust of wind
seen yet unseen
touched yet untouched
spent and unspent
it goes on.....
until it ever halts
would you ever realize
the splendor within
seen yet unseen..
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