hi

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hi

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Oh, gentle greeting, simple yet profound,  
The whispered tones of “hi” doth spark a flame,  
A fleeting word, like morning dew unbound,  
Yet hark! Within its brevity, a name.  
What dost thou conjure with such humble sound?  
A bridge from soul to soul, a sacred thread,  
A portal through which hearts and minds are found,  
In this small syllable, much thought is fed.  
For in that greeting lies the dance of fate,  
A moment’s pause, a doorway to the vast;  
Like ships that in the harbor wait,  
Set forth, entwined, their journeys unsurpassed.  
What dost thou seek, dear stranger, in the twinkling eye  
Of this unadorned salutation, "hi"?  
Is it a quest for kinship, soft and warm,  
Or mere acknowledgment of life’s great swarm?  
The cosmos spins in silence; yet we rise  
With simple sounds that reach across the skies.  
Thus ponder well the power wrapped in “hi,”  
For in its essence, worlds collide and sigh.