Absence has a presence ~
vulgar, garrish and violent,
like a single drop
of red rubra blood
in a bowl of thick, white milk.
Odour has a sound ~
it begins with a crescendo
and slowly fades, seeping
into the cold and heavy embrace
of the omnipotent and omnipresent
atmosphere.
vulgar, garrish and violent,
like a single drop
of red rubra blood
in a bowl of thick, white milk.
Odour has a sound ~
it begins with a crescendo
and slowly fades, seeping
into the cold and heavy embrace
of the omnipotent and omnipresent
atmosphere.
This means challenging my self to compassionate, encouraging, genuine and hostile-free exchanges. It also means contemplating my reaction to the thoughts, feelings and expressions of others, prior to acting upon them. 
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