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Gestures


Photo by Aaron Burden

One of the last vestiges of being human,
The unseen moments of tenderness,
Shown towards one another,
Bringing hope to each.

They say we are not completely lost,
They say somewhere deep within,
A part of us is still fighting,
Fighting to keep our humanity afloat.

In those many layers lie hidden,
The actions we leave behind,
One of compassion and concern,
Towards a fellow being who walks alongside

They are the silver lining behind dark clouds,
The creators way of showing us who we are,
A social creature above all,
With a capacity to empathize.

Silently seeping inside,
Creating a positive reaction towards each other,
Unspoken but felt at our core,
Nurturing a sense of friendship and comfort.

Unnoticed and unconscious by nature,
They rise above our ego and pride,
The gestures we show,
Towards one another who we live by.
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