Unseen - Poem by Andrea Szyhowski
What can we see by our eyes?
Colors, Friends, People, or animles?
I wish to see what is Unseen,
because that is what is real to me.
What can you see?
Did I list it?
To most the unseen is not there,
to few it is,
to few it is here like you and I.
Where is your unseen?
Because my is about to leave me.
His name, I'll call him Seen.
Because I have seen him but,
He is about to become the unseen to me.
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