Sentient Sentiment

Dear you,

Dear yours,

 

No sound will peal until you speak the truth.

No sight will appear until you look for light.

No touch will meet until you hold your own.

No taste will feed until your soul is sated.

No smell will scent until your spirit breathes free.

 

No longer.

Not anymore.

Until then,

You and yours,

Good Sense.

 

 

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