November 12th | "The Unseen"

I would say
"I can't see you",
but that would be
a lie.

I see you
in everything,
and sometimes
I don't even try;

It's not me,
it's you
and I know now
better than ever
that when the grass is green
it's because of You,
the sky goes from pink to blue
because of You.
What is seen cannot be unseen,
and the unseen is YOU.

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