This is amazingly intricate

Accidental it cannot be

Every tiny fiber making it’s small contribution

Every contribution critical to the mass

I refuse to see through a looking glass

Whose lenses are shattered by mere reason

That is why even in the deadliest season

One can see that beauty exists

Beauty lives

Beauty speaks in the loudest of voices

In the quiet intricacies of our human choices,

In the fallen leaves of winter

It only takes the size of a splinter

To open the heart to reality

Reality that goes beyond our dark winters




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