mikrokosmos

My heart longs
for the beauty weaved in the little things,
In the delicate threads sewn in
pockets of moments in time
spent alone or with someone at the side.

In the ringing of wind chimes,
studying leaves swaying as a pastime,
sipping tea as the sun hides
lower into the horizon, a myriad of colours,
a treat for the eyes.

Like the midday moon
locked in dreamlike sunsets,
Like the flowers’ diverse blooms
portraying humanity’s portraits,

My heart seeks
for the artistry in the many personalities
you have outgrown throughout history,
In the strength and vulnerabilities,
distilled into each of your past petals
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g gracefully.