Sandra jacks - able to see

There. Is. Something.
Different going on,
i cant quite spot it,
with my eyes.

There is. Something.
Special happening,
beneath the veil,
of distant lies.

Because of the difference,
i wait patiently,
Because of how special it is,
I'm learning more about me.

Because of the curtains,
that are,
slowly,
opening,
I look with opened eyes,
so much more able,
to see.

Sandra jacks

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