All this peace All this quiet It's almost unsettling All the old familiar settings They're almost unsettling Almost Not quite I sense a new delight Incoming All this abundance All these riches Can they really be For me? I came from it Yet I've transformed it Into gold Unknowingly All this sensing All this knowing It's almost crystal clear Almost Not yet Reborn without Regret The time is almost here Cast away the fearful stone Before the night draws near
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This 'Almost' keeps us on our toes and makes us take leaps towards betterment, but each time, it is 'Almost'. Beautifully penned down, Hege.
Hege: Your delicate wording is enhanced by your eyes movements....(the 6 glances away from the screen) really adds something unique to the poem !