We all know the feeling
So rare when it comes around
When everything is perfect
Whether it is a sight or a sound

A single glance can tell a life
And sometimes so much more
Or words just fall together
Without corrections, we are sure

Synchronicity it has been called
Though the word does not matter
Just that everything is in harmony
Real perfection within the chatter

Stoic Poetry


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