The Unseen World

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I miss things,
That never happened.
I miss the smell of the scent,
I never sensed.

I miss the sound of typewriting a poem,
I never wrote.
I miss the feel of victory,
I never battled.

I miss the bliss and the silent waves
by the ocean,
I have never been to.

I miss the cool breeze and admiring
The sunset from the mountain peak,
I never climbed.

I miss the sound of the waterfall
And peace in the echoes of cavern,
I never discovered.

I miss the wind and rhythm of the rain
And snowfall in the winter,
That never touched my face.