This entire piece touches me
with its poignancy and paradox.
"we are still here with our love songs and our wars"
Tears actually threaten at this thought.
And the last stanza?
..."half a. shell of a robin's egg shimmers
blue as a newborn star
fragile as a world."
This makes me want to calm my breath and tiptoe for the rest of my life,
in case I might break something priceless and irreplaceable.
Namaste'
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