Someone Notices

Travelling, we seek
Only to not find
ourselves missing.
Inwardly we question
revealing the Glory
of what we are Not.

Adjusting ourselves
we become.
Closing our eyes,
life hereafter holds us
in it's loving arms.

Honor not the glory
for we stand on own own.
The wonder of being
is there being someone
that notices!

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