The clock has struck one AM, the drops of rain patter against the pane
Each tap on the glass vibrates around the silent room
The owl hoots in the distant inky black sky
Not a star shining within the darkness
And I sit suspended in time
not daring to breathe
nor sigh
nor blink
nor imagine….
for if I dare to see an image of beauty
within this emotionless visage
would I be left disappointed if it were not to
transpire?
Or would it be wiser to inhale sharply
snap open the window
Submerge my face within the droplets
taking a moment to allow my mind to
see the miracle
For every tear that falls feeds the nature all around
Each one requiring the other to exist
Breathe in, absorb the aroma
the life
Breathe out
and
smile
blink
repeat
just
be

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