at the sound of your name
my every atom began to hum
vibrations of a tuning fork struck
deep within the cavern of my chest
and all at once I understood
that I am made up of so much more
than I could have imagined
in the silence before We met
"Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is go where they can find you." ~ Winnie the Pooh
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