The world stirs, breathes

and moves in its own way,

in measured moments of

unexpected being and

becoming, where fear

and hope walk side by

side, and sometimes

share a smile of new

understanding; for they

were forged in the same

fire, and honed by the

same hammer, beaten

through the molten

days, until they took

shape and form in

this strange, beautiful

and mysterious cosmos;

where life dances to

its own unique tune-

perfect in its own way,

despite the tangled

flaws, of brokenness,

and its fraying dreams,

and bright, worn edges.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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