To Feel

Mar 11, 2023

1 min read

By Seema Elizabeth Mathew

A small beating

A small bubble

A roll and a somersault

So minute and so delicate.

Hard to know if it’s real

Or if it’s my minds desire to feel

Told to wait and not worry

But the waiting is tough.

The joy at the feel of a bubble

The awe at the feel of a beat

Is just so precious

And so worth the wait.

By Seema Elizabeth Mathew

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