a wonder.

Looking at me like the 8th wonder, handling me like the most precious artwork kept behind unbreakable glass. 

Is this what it is to be seen?

Listening to me like a favorite song, hanging on to my words like there’s fire beneath you. 

Is this what it is to be heard?

Tasting me like a perfectly balanced bite, savoring every present moment like the adventure of a lifetime. 

Is this what it is to be pursued?

Touching me like the softness of satin, soaring through my mind like the endless sky.

Is this what it is to be explored?

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me, as art.