There is poetic substance in every written word,

in every simple melody that you have ever heard.

A person can find meaning in the day, the dawn, the dark,

in whistling through a corridor or a picnic in a park.

There is depth in every cursory glance,

in every gentle kiss.

How could it be avoided

in a world that looks like this?

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