Feeling alive is when you least expect
that moment of truth
that brief moment of happiness
that could almost stroke
that naked flesh of your most inner
secret of existence
many facets of your persona seem to blend
shift, transform and translate
into layers of subconsciousness
yet they are so translucent
as transparent as the morning dew drop
on the first strand of your hair
that sweeps across your freshly washed subtle face
eyes, eyelashes, the blink of an eye
glides down gracefully
following the contour of your delicate cheek
right down to your moist but slightly quivering lips
The taste is almost familiar
The taste of a young heart beating in a lethargic body
The smell of a quivering mind over a solid spirit
The touch of an amber note of music
The music of the soul
That is what being alive is
simply all about
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