Rare, Rare

Rare, rare, a hand from a stranger, a touch of grace, In the little things, we find our interest; Unseen connections, stories untold...

Rare, rare, 

like the beam of light, 

glowing in the darkness,

fleeting moments, 

shining so bright...

in a world that’s spinning so fast.

moments slip away, 

they seldom last.

But in the quiet corners, 

people ponder around,

whispers of the mind,

beneath the sky.

Rare, rare, 

like the gem of insight,

inspiring great thoughts,

to bridge the gaps,

we have to connect unusual dots,

generate fresh ideas.

In the human world, 

overloaded with mixed truth and false,

knowledge is outdated sooner than-

what we could control,

in the workplace, across disciplinary,

professionals need to be learning agile,

develop unique talent,

in order to fit their purpose...

Rare, rare,

a hand from a stranger, 

a touch of grace,

In the little things, 

we find our interest;

Unseen connections, 

stories untold,

In the warmth of kindness, 

we break the mold,

So let’s treasure those special moments, 

the characters we find,

In the progressive journey, 

we’re beautifully entwined.

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