Much gratitude.

I hold this in my hand
It sings from where it came
I can not let it go
There is no way
It could never fly back
What am I to do with it.
This amazing gift.

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  1. This is a critical poem.

    It refers to something invisible, but is somehow very real. Not only is this very real, but unrevokable for me. That no matter how hard I might try, no matter what I might do, I am stuck with it. It is not a bad thing, but I had no idea such a thing could happen at all. But such a thing makes life a more living experience. And it is nothing physical or visual. Seemingly impossible. Awesome really.

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