It's been said you don't know what you have until its gone.
How can something be missed that wasn't ever completely known?
Woven into an antiquated spindle with the thread of golden lies.
Draped as a brilliant tapestey in plain sight but substantially cloaked in disguise.
With tints of color beaming through an unknown vague milky veil.
Like the freshest purple Lilac flower hidden inside it's fragrant smell.
A contiguous comradery slowly seasoned in an hourglass of salt.
Recently atilt releasing it's spillage from it's lime encased glass vault.
A bountiful fountain flowing shimmering in enlightened luminescent streams.
Encased in a burlap platform structured to capture the waters arrival while bursting at the seams.
What knowledge is aquired without learning when the teacher has inclined to test?
What can be seen with slumbering eyes faithfully snoring in their unnoticed rest?
Promises shattered into bits scattered by a vast dusky wind.
Loosely distributed from the central core of words quickly spoken by a friend.
In any matter of speaking rendering what's truly yours you would know.
No vain articulation could sway you otherwise cushioned by each syllabol below.
Just because an immense populous understands doesn't mean it's understood.
What gratifying outcome is expected by obscure causes of likelihood?
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