He stares into your eyes.
Searching you…reading you.
Feeling the pulse of you,
Energy surrounding you,
This is how he makes sense you.
He turns away.
Lost in thought.
A gentle presence,
and quiet demeanor,
Strength of inner being,
Flowing in expression and meaning.
No words are needed.
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