Immaterial counts

With phones in our hands

Eyes glued to the screen

Plugs in our ears

Sometimes, believe in things that are not seen.

            Relaxing in an hour’s shower

            Decking up, when a chance slips

            Wearing all that appeals us

             Listen, sometimes it’s not the lips.

Fun, knows no limits

So do needs

Luxury, seldom comes with effort

Planting the wrong seeds.

             Silence, teaches much more than noise

             A smile, feels a lot better than pleasure

             Feeling loved, reveals it’s immateriality

             Sometimes, things don’t need a measure.


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