Is it conceivable to forget how to feel?
To lose the joy of a fresh rain-
An evenings full moon
To forget what it is to capture a fall breeze-
Inhaling it into your skin with a ballet of leaves which prance along the tree trunks-
Simplistic beauty nurturing your sight
To hear a laughter so bright-
So spirited
That a child's sound would be toilsome to hold a candle to

To be subdued enough-
Lucid enough
That it is even a wonder where
misery has left to

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro