What is this feeling?
What words would you give it?
It is strange and new to me,
Yet familiar and comforting.
Like the room in which I was born.
Or a stolen or lost belonging.
It is a feeling that thousands know of,
But very few know.
It needs words that do not exist.
It can only be shown.
It is the smallest gesture,
Yet makes the loudest sound.
It is the slightest touch,
And the deepest wound.
This feeling is beautiful for the ugly one,
And poetry for the dumb.
This feeling is mine, and yours; ours,
A special secret for some.
It is when tears are for joy,
And laughter shall weep.
What is this feeling?
What words would you give it?
Randomness
What words would you give it?
It is strange and new to me,
Yet familiar and comforting.
Like the room in which I was born.
Or a stolen or lost belonging.
It is a feeling that thousands know of,
But very few know.
It needs words that do not exist.
It can only be shown.
It is the smallest gesture,
Yet makes the loudest sound.
It is the slightest touch,
And the deepest wound.
This feeling is beautiful for the ugly one,
And poetry for the dumb.
This feeling is mine, and yours; ours,
A special secret for some.
It is when tears are for joy,
And laughter shall weep.
What is this feeling?
What words would you give it?
Randomness
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