Can you see what cannot be sought?
A lover's heart
A mother's warmth
Does it exist if it cannot be touched?
The stary night
The Sky's great heights?
Can you prove what chooses to be a mystery?
Bow your head
Be like a kid
A Father lives
Gives order somewhere
Who sees Him
Who Feels Him
Who knows He's really there...
It's the gift one only recieves
After asking for it
For real
©palewriter
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