It’s a word
No moment can ever fully restrain
It values no limits
nor rules nor mores
nor logic.
It’s a word
that conveys honour
and compassion and focus
and belief in futurity,
manana.
It’s a word
that’s gentle and euphoric
and soothing, a quilt on a frigid night,
a hand, an arm, a snuggle,
a smile.
It’s a word
significantly unique to each expérience,
unseasoned couples engulfed in it,
elders acrimonious from it,
parents fulfilled by it.
But it’s just a word,
four finite letters
cryptic, maybe,
indefinable, certainly-
but just a word.
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