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Maliit Paruparo
Unnoticed,
unseen,
unheard.
Yet I noticed you.
I know how you feel,
little butterfly
flying on the shores
of the beach,
of the lake
that I'm facing;
I know how you feel.
To be seemingly stuck
in the middle
of feet walking on sands;
Silver in the gold light,
and small
as you fly under feet.
It's what I've felt as a child.
You seem to be stuck
in the middle;
I know that familiar feeling.
Yet you fly,
despite people
walking on top of you.
I need to fly,
fly even when
people walk on top of me.
I need to be like you.
Tall,
seen,
and heard;
flying
and not stuck.
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{Written on July 27, 2015}
"I see souls, so many souls at so many times. What I don't know is if someone sees my soul. Sometimes I feel as if my soul is unnoticed, unseen and unheard, when I notice and see and hear others' souls.
I'm frightened that no-one will see notice, see, hear my soul. All in all, I'm a little frightened that no-one will see and hear my soul.
But I shouldn't be frightened of that. Such a silly fear that is. Fear is silly, haha; but not true fear.
Not true fear."