The Art Of The Anonymous

POETRY CREATIVITY PRAISE GRATITUDE

A Poem.

Thank you James for your hands © 2020, Anouska Parr

How is it they see something so different?
What sense allows them to translate the mundane into the ornate?
A natural affinity to observe the things that others cannot see
It glistens in their eyes
Wonder.

And when they do speak
Every word is laced with magic
Listen closely
Their voice carries the notes of an unwritten song
The melody of their life is yet to unfold
Into a lullaby.

It will come

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