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I look into a small thing
unnoticeable in the air
unappreciated affair
who cares to nothing
a soul of unspoken

I want to uncover a treasure
with quivers to my pleasure
the precious to our lives
yet quietly sit behind vibes

I perceive the lights even
in the darkest shades
at the corners of pathways
and the people without aides

all touch me profoundly

finding love in the forgotten
bringing out audacity in the broken
helping them see their own spheres
that meant to be theirs

witnessing the beauty and glows
and reeling’em into their knows
are my happiness
and the delight
that I can do