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Sensitive
Some call it a weakness,
A true message of bleakness
Or even a partial meekness
And, yet, what the some fail
To witness,
Is the strength of character
Built upon a true fitness
Of Mind
Balancing the worlds
Shadow
With it’s naturally occurring
And prominent hallow
Born over time
Within each of us
Not covered up, rather
Brought to the light of
The senses, and, yes
There are consequences
Of a raw and pure beauty
Never flailing or failing
Only ever unveiling more gifts of awe
For it is these gifts of feeling, and
Seeing, always ever believing
In that which is there
A true revealing
Of a most precious healing
Which begins
With each of of us, and thus
A natural trust develops
From within you, me, and,
Well, everyone of us, which