With Sincere Gratitude (Original poetry)

There are things I want to say that can’t be said
The words “Thank you” can’t even begin
to express my heart’s content

Anything language offers is becoming obsolete
Like a wild forest fire, my heart is wild with gratitude
I often ask you “How can I ever repay you?”

You often laugh at my childishness
And answer back, “Find yourself.”
Your delicious state of being has become my swaddle

I have lost all desires but to be here
in your enveloping silence
And for that, I am simply grateful

Linzo

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