Unseen Poem by Paul Reed
Unseen
There is something elemental in me
Sentimental
Caring about the past
And there is something hellbent in you
Defending me
To the last;
There is a river that flows in me
Along my veins
To the sea
There is a purity in you
And the river flows right back
To me;
Other minds and other days
Know not of the link
Between
But it is there
It is alive
Untouchable and unseen.
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