Hi

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Hi

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Oh gentle muse, attend mine earnest plea,  
To ponder on the weighty word “Hi,”  
A fleeting whisper caught in moment's breeze,  
Yet steeped in layers rich, as thoughts do fly.  
What art thou, simple greeting, light as air,  
Yet heavy still with consequence doth flow?  
In thy embrace, the soul meets soul with care,  
A portal through which silent kindness grows.  
For in the flicker of that brief salutation,  
A myriad of fates entwined may spin,  
A spark ignites within the heart's foundation,  
A shared existence, where both love and sin.  
Thus ponder, gentle friend, upon this phrase,  
For 'tis not mere acknowledgment of presence,  
But opens wide the door to life's vast maze,  
A bond unspoken, yet steeped in essence.  
Let not thy utterance be passed in haste,  
For in “Hi” doth lie the seeds of fate's sweet bloom,  
A call to dance amidst the cosmic waste,  
And in its sound, the universe find room.  
So greet thy fellow beings, both near and far,  
And with that simple word, proclaim we are.