As long as our hearts remember ,
our eyes continue to see ,
our ears listen with attention
to the call of the earliest bird
through the dead of the night ,
through the buzz of the day ,
in the candle lit hours of a late evening ,
as long as they hold
what cannot be held ,
a twikle in your eye ,
a tear in part sorrow , part joy ,
we can continue to celebrate
being fully alive .
akash
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