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Inside something suddenly shifts,

A small change of feelings or a grand opening of a window that lifts.

Like when the housing hits you like home,

A token, a touch, or a moment of calling, complementing like light upon a dome.

In an ever changing context,

Curves and allures you into the sphere like a convex

Moved..

.. because nothing ever remains still

Touched by the whateverness it flows to whomever will.

 

©Wendert

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