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I learn

  from the smell of dried leaves

  from the sight of blank sheets

  from the touch of wrinkled skin

  from the taste of spoiled wishes.

 

I learn

  from the silence of the wind

  from the roar of the tides

  from the turmoil of the clouds

  from the strength of the sun.

 

I learn

  from the hard work of the soil

  from the wealth of the ocean

  from the wages of the devoted

  from the truth of the unfortunate.

 

I learn

  from the shouts on the streets

  from the whispers of clandestine lovers

  from the hails of feigned churchgoers

  from the blood shed of warriors.

 

I learn

  from the most glamorous get-ups

  from the tattered of his sleeves

  from their make believed happiness

  from their victorious sighs.

 

I learn

  from the lowest of creatures

  from the proudest monsters

  from the most sublime feature

  from the scariest beast.

 

I learn

  from the look upon your face

  from the sadness in your stare

  from the joy on your lips

  from the droop upon your shoulder.

 

I learn

  from the unwritten essays he wrote

  from the muted songs she sang

  from the blank canvasses he painted

  from the unspoken love she conveyed.

 

I learn

  from the infancy of the old

  from the wickedness of evil

  from the humble dominance of good

  from the misunderstood language of man.

 

I learn

  from the humility in your entrance

  from the painfulness of your exit

  from the grandeur of your return

  from the faith that you will.

 ©Marjo Josue