Poem: The Shape Of Us.

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As the wind that washes the shore
Corroding the tallest mountains
As it whistles songs of love
That the trained ear can hear

Do we also change
When others touch our hearts
And slowly shape our lives?
When hands are held together
And minds wander afar

Are we also shaped
As we see people come and go
Delivering goodbyes and farewells
Teaching us what others taught them
Leaving their scents behind as a reminder.

For we are born unshaped, untouched
Like a crystal when it’s raw
And maybe like a crystal so
We are also beautified as others come and go
And we truly learn the meaning
Of the most sacred word of all

I was half sleep and I “found” of this poem, or this poem “found” me, so after it was realized in my mind I quickly wrote it down. This is the real poem’s closest representation, as the real one is lost forever somewhere in my mind.

I needed just a few minutes to write it down (I hope it doesn’t kill the magic to know so). My wife liked it, and asked me how it was possible to write a poem in just a few minutes. The way to do so is either letting the poem find you, or finding it yourself. It might be a terrible explanation, but it’s the best one I can find. I don’t create it or force it into existence, it’s a living story that I’m gently unfolding and as each line is perpetually written down the next scene slowly appears.

Hope you enjoyed.

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